Aria Rowlett’s previous bout of nerves had tripled, transforming into sevenfold anxiety.
Her fingers, hanging by her side, clenched even tighter, making her body involuntarily stiffen up too.
Her heart was pounding unbelievably fast, her hand gripping onto the cushion on the couch, her gaze fixed downwards. She didn’t dare to lay eyes on the man in front of her.
She came with a fiery determination earlier.
But the moment she laid eyes on Brandon Heath, she cowered like a scared puppy.
Brandon lowered his eyes at her. After observing her for a few seconds and noticing her tense demeanor, he slowly walked over and sat down across from her, addressing her softly, "Ms. Aria, there is no need to be afraid. Think of it as a casual meeting between friends. Relax a bit."
As he spoke, he curved his lips into a small smirk. To help her feel at ease, he joked softly, "I think, I don’t look overly frightening. Why wouldn’t Ms. Aria dare to even look at me? Could it be that I don’t meet Ms. Aria’s standards?"
"Who says I don’t dare!"
Aria was someone who couldn’t resist being provoked. She immediately lifted her head, glaring at Brandon.
When her gaze fell onto his excessively elegant face, her excessively fast-beating heart suddenly slowed down a bit, her brain even blanked out for a second. Then, her heart started to tremble violently at a speedier pace all over again.
The rate was so fast... it felt as though there was a drum in her chest, forcefully hammering away.
The entire chest cavity was vibrating.
Oh, heavens, she felt like she was going to give out.
How is Brandon himself more captivating and charming than he appeared on television?
She had always thought he was exceptionally handsome on television.
As a superficial beauty lover, she felt that she had reached a dramatic turning point in life at that moment.
She had unwittingly slept with her heartthrob.
She had given herself for the first time to a man so incredibly good-looking, well-built and outstanding. She had struck gold!
Heaven knew, how many times she had fantasied about Brandon.
She had even dreamt about being with him...
Although the experience that night wasn’t particularly good, as long as it was Brandon, nothing else mattered.
Right now, she suddenly feels particularly good about the experience.
All her previous dissatisfaction with this man had disappeared without a trace.
Who was Brandon Heath?
He was a man that every woman in Australand wished to sleep with.
And she, she had actually gotten him.
What kind of incredible luck had she stumbled upon?
She was now convinced that Brandon had indeed encountered something unusual that night, had presumably been drugged.
Otherwise, given his social status, he was out of reach for her in her lifetime. Dreams about him would forever remain dreams.
So, she really had profited that night, hadn’t she?
This surprise was akin to hitting the jackpot, no, it was even better than winning a lottery.
Aria usually was brave, but at this moment in front of Brandon, she was as timid as a little lamb, who just shared a brief eye contact and then immediately lowered her gaze, her face flushing.
She dared not look at him again.
If the eye contact continued, she was afraid she might have a heart attack.
She picked up the coffee from the table and took a sip to hide her inner nervousness and excitement.
"Ms. Aria, about that night..." Brandon did not have much experience dealing with women. He and his brother Ashton Heath were alike. Although he didn’t have androphobia, due to his own circumstances, he had very little contact with women.
The two brothers shared similar love histories - both were as blank as a piece of paper.
The only difference was that Ashton now had Joanna Lawrence.
And, Brandon, was still single.