After Chester left, Kiran changed into a gray fine-knit sweater and a pair of black trousers.
It should have made him look homely, but it was her place that transformed into an international conference hall instead.
Vanessa silently mourned. This guy isn't planning on staying over, right?
After drying his hair with a towel on the bed, Kiran suddenly looked up at her.
"Cook me dinner," he ordered.
His voice was commanding, brooking no argument. Vanessa was sure it was the same tone he used when talking to his employees, but she was not under him.
So she didn't have to obey.
"Cook it yourself."
Then she plopped herself into the sofa and turned on the television. Her favorite show was just about to start.
Kiran stared at the girl deeply immersed in watching the television, his eyes d
