Chapter 153 Ch One Hundred And Fifty Three

• Standing in front of the dresser was a breathtaking figure of masculine grace and charm who was busy adjusting the lapels of his impeccably tailored suit, his eyes barely noticing the usual perfectness he usually wanted in place regarding his appearance.
• As he fastened the last button of his crisp white shirt and clasped his watch around his wrist, Malcolm's eyes darted to an almost perfect reflection of himself that also stared at him, betraying his elegance with the deep sadness that was deeply engraved in his eyes.
• His mind could not help but wander back to Zoe, and he could not help but wonder where she had been since the last time they saw, and what she had been up to.