Killian Theron Ellington stood at the private terminal, his glcold golden eyes scanning the horizon as Alexandra’s plane from France touched down. As she disembarked, her piercing green eyes met Killian’s gaze. Without a word, they acknowledged their unspoken bond. Alexandra approached with her usual composed demeanor, and Killian extended a hand, a rare gesture of welcome.
“Welcome back, Alexa,” he said, his voice devoid of warmth. “We have much to discuss.”
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