The familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice froze Shermaine in her tracks. She turned around and, as expected, saw Ezra’s face-
half sorrowful, half joyful
More than four years had passed, and it seemed like he had aged nearly ten years.
He was still handsome, but his eyes carried a heaviness, a deep melancholy that wasn’t there before. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who had been the confident CEO of Yarbrough International five years ago.
Ezra’s grip on Shermaine’s hand tightened slightly.
The delicate, cool face of the woman before him gradually came into focus, no longer the blurred image from his dreams. This
meant he wasn’t dreaming.
