Chapter 2 Brielle felt the temperature drop by at least ten degrees as she met his cold black eyes. He was standing at least a foot away, his tall frame obstructing the view. Not that he was bad to look at though. Just a bit scary. "Are you the woman who brought my father here?" he drawled. Brielle shivered at the tone of his voice. "If you are talking about the elderly man who collapsed at the park this morning, then yes, I did." she said, rubbing her palms together nervously. She berated herself for swooning briefly over his handsome, clean shaved face. His attire and height made him look like a male model, she usually drooled over in magazines. Suits did wonders for men, pity so few of them realized it. "I cannot thank you enough for your help." he said monotonously, his stony eyes boring into hers. Brielle suppressed a shudder. "Really?" she couldn't help herself. "You sure look unhappy about it." "I a
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