Trapped by the Devilish King

or, sky

he aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingere

ue across his features. Under the sun, his light-reflecting eyes looked eve

escott's face made Beckett think he was in a good mood-must have so

tically buzzed. It was the first time in two years he had ever brought a woman hom

y here. Everything's been looked i

a folder in hand and pas

asually, his slender fingers brushi

gton. That's q

ho showed up like a guardian angel and disappeared without a trace. Later, when she found out she was pre

rescott handed the file back, took a sip of c

ndby. As soon as Miss Harrington arri

"Tell Paul Hartwell to stop looki

n't even been cle

t. "The background check's already thorough enough.

done right away." Beckett

led upstairs by a housekeepe

ound him, and how well put-together he looked-tailored suit, refined de

ssumption in her eyes

If you ever need anything, just let me know. The master's

rd this refined? Just how influentia

ept them hidden. Offering a polite smile,

er led her to

ith all kinds of plants, the breeze rustling through them filling the air with freshness-it

here had a serious ta

n the space, the housekee

ticed the dining table set up on the high platform. Just a

pacing out for?

a little. T

turned aroun