Page 4 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Then, without a word, he picked up another glass, poured her a drink in a minimal amount, and turned to her fully. He held theglass out, his other hand gently pressing tissues into hers before offering her the drink.

"I'm Christian Evans," he said, his voice rough and low, his eyes never leaving hers. "You’re going to have to remember my name, Ivy."

The deep rasp in his voice, the unsettling closeness of his words, and the way he looked at her—everything about him was something she had never expected to experience. And yet, it made her shudder from the inside out.

Even now, years later, that same shudder coursed through her every time the memory of him surfaced in her mind.

"Goodbye, Stella," Ivy said with a small smile as she picked up her bag and headed toward the café door.

Five years had passed since that night. Five years since her first day of internship.

And now?

Now, she would never have anything to do with Christian Evans ever again.

She pushed the memory away and focused on the path ahead.

The entrance to Licious was just a few steps away. She had only worked there for three months, but the memories this place had given her were irreplaceable. She had no idea how to tell Stella and Ana that. She wouldn’t let herself get attached.

She had to leave anyway and never see them again—so what difference did it make?

Her steps carried her toward the exit. As she reached for the door, someone walked in at the same time, and she collided straight into him.

Her forehead hit a firm chest, and she stumbled back, losing her balance. But before she could fall, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, catching her.

Instinctively, her fingers instinctively clutched the collar of the stranger’s shirt, holding on for stability.

When the expected pain never came, she hesitated before slowly opening her eyes.

And then she blinked.

Christian.

The same eyes. The same face. The same look he always had when he saw her.

A ghost from the past standing right in front of her.

Chapter 2 Don’t Try To Hide

Her fingers trembled. A strange, suffocating fear spread through her, something she couldn’t quite hide.

Swallowing hard, she forced herself to breathe. Then, gathering her composure, she pushed against him, straightening on her own.

Looking him in the eye, she spoke, her voice even. "Thank you. I’m sorry, that was an accident."

She gave him a polite smile, stepped around him, and walked out the door.

He didn’t stop her. He didn’t call out to her. He didn’t even look surprised.

It didn’t seem like he recognized her.

There was no shock in his expression, no flicker of familiarity. Not even a second glance.

At first, she walked normally. Then, her steps quickened. Her breathing turned ragged, but she didn’t dare stop. She headed straight to her car in the parking lot.

Throwing her bag inside, she started the engine and pulled out of there, her hands gripping the wheel tight.

She didn’t stop until she reached home.

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