Since Aselia was holding Xiran's arm, she felt him stiffen as his eyes met the woman who had just emerged from the other room.
Appearing in her late thirties the woman was the epitome of beauty and grace from head to toe, with her expensive garb and the haughty air, the woman screamed trouble and sexiness.
"Xiran," she whispered and glided toward them leaving her partner, she had a naughty smile playing on her plump lips and Aselia didn't appreciate the way her eyes roamed on Xiran.
Instinctively without even thinking Aselia let go of Xiran's arm and moved in front of him, making the woman stop in her tracks. Her luscious light brown hair bounced as she flicked them back and there was mischief in her shimmering deep blue eyes.
"And you are?" Aselia inquired keeping direct eye contact with the woman not letting her get any closer to her man.
