Aveline was startled and turned to look, but she only saw the shadow of the speeding motorcycle gradually disappearing from view.

"Thank you," she said, turning back to the person who had grabbed her.

When she saw his face she was slightly taken aback.

"You're welcome," the young man replied.

He was tall and lean, wearing a mask that revealed only his eyes. His bangs naturally fell over his forehead, partially obscuring his stern expression.

Aveline was momentarily dazed. This man looked like Lucas!

The man turned to leave.

"Wait!" Aveline quickly blocked his path, hesitantly asking, "Have we met somewhere before?"

The man, still wearing the mask, spoke in a muffled voice that revealed no emotion. He shook his head. "No, I don't know you."

"Did you work part-time as a waiter at the Tudor

in time to stop Barbara from tumbling off the cliff at her

to blur with the man standing before her. She'd been too shaken that day to get a good look at the waiter's face,

before her resembled that

shook

eyes. She smiled apologetically,

said nothing

departing figure, still feeling a sense of familiarity. But since he denied it,

not to walk anymore, she took out her phone to call a ride. She

got in, her

wanted her to put

if the other party didn't make any moves? What if

didn't want

act with him, it would inevitably lead to more

what she wanted

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