Chapter 22

Miranda had seen her share of questionable characters, but Elian was in a league of his own. She even wondered if something was wrong with him, maybe he needed a reality check or two.

To her surprise, Elian just laughed at her remark.

His gaze lingered on her, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Ms. Hawke, you're not so bad yourself."

Miranda's eyes swept over Elian with a critical eye. She had to admit, up close, this man was the epitome of masculine allure.

His features were strikingly chiseled, with a rugged yet refined look that was captivating. The lines of his face were sharp, yet there was a certain gentleness that didn't detract from his masculinity.

As a medical professional, Miranda had a keen appreciation for anatomy, particularly when it was perfectly proportioned.

The balance of bone structure and muscle was a thing of beauty. So yes, she admired this man's physique.

Elian, sensing Miranda's intense gaze, felt a strange spark.

physique? The thought

happens with the Hawke family again, I'd prefer

of any special concern for her, he had, in the end, been helpful. So she felt a

Moreover, she didn't like others meddling in

helpful or not, it was annoying. The old Miranda had been timid

the residual resentment of the old Miranda that now left her with no patience

off by Miranda's words, seemed intrigued, a hint of amusement in

Hawke, I think you misunderstand.

it off, ready to

crossed paths twice now, can I invite you to dinner,

turning back to meet Elian's steady

his inviting smile was both

at her,

suggested, her tone

eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint

surprised glances. They couldn't fathom what kind of game

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