Chapter 57 His Gaze


    Liam cleared the mess on the table himself. It was not his style to leave the leftover and used dished


    behind.


    After the clearing. The dizziness worsened. Liam frowned and washed his face in the bath room.


    What was wrong with him? Strained from overworking? The sickness was on the rise.


    Overpowered by the wired heating dizziness, his heartbeat elerated.


    For some reason, a nce of an open door of lured him in. It was Amber’s room, organized and empty,


    all her little personal gadgets were gone. The wardrobe was yet to shut properly.


    He opened it, only to find all the clothes he bought for her were left in good trim, brand new with the


    Liam signed. Suddenly, a little wad of fabric caught his attention.


    It was a sky blue night gown, worn and faded after repeated washing. Running his fingers through this


    shabby dress, Liam was stung by a sense of loss.


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    It must be hers… left behind at the corner of the wardrobe.


    Liam was caught—spellbound. He lowered the head to rub the fabric against his cheek. Oh, it was as


    soft as skin and smelt good. Hard to tell this delicious smell came from theundry detergent or the


    body of someone on his mind.


    He took a sharp intake of breath, the smell ignited a hot drive all the way down to somewhere dark and


    deep in his belly.


    Liam was never lustful. Even in his prime age, except for Mia, he had never touched any party girl.


    How could a sleep gown of Amber turn him on like this? What the hell was that?


    Something must be wrong ever since the dinner.


    Suppressing the rising hot desire and chilling disappointment, Liam rerunning every retail of his meal.


    Damn it! Mia must have made some funny business, probably with the wine or the ice cream.


    His gaze hooded, eyes darkening, Liam was mesmerized by the powerful urge. He could hardly stop


    himself from rubbing his erection with the sleep gown.


    Scalding hot with desire, his body was screaming for a woman’s body to quench the cravings. Almost


    paralyzed by the need, Liam staggered towards the bath room, trying to distinguish the unwee lust


    with a cold shower.


    When Amber knocked at door, Liam just finished his cold shower, considering to have the second one


    as the cold water failed to cool him off at all.


    In dizziness, the doorbell somehow struck him as wee surprise. Amber Currie! He had not seen


    her for three days. He hurried to open the door, forgetting about decency.


    Amber was thrown how Liam looked.


    Oh, god! What was wrong with this man? Pale on face and darken in eyes, wet and glistening from the


    shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.


    For some reason, Amber nced down at his erected crotch. Holy shit! What was wrong with him! It


    was so embarrassing!


    “Stay here!” Liam mped her wrist.


    Dragged back into the door, Amber snapped at him with an angry gaze: “What is your problem?”


    Mesmerized by her pink sh and pursed lips, Liam ran his thumb across her lips.


    Holy fuck…Totally thrown, Amber stared at him in fear and stepped back all the way against the door.


    What the hell was he going to do? His gaze was terrifying.