Caesar sat down and lowered his head to glance at the Petek Phillippe brand of watch clasped around his wrist. He scowled at the time and rested against the seat, throwing his head back in vexation.
Her immediate step backs were cautious and before the man who'd parted his lips could say a word, Adeline fled at her maximum speed, crossing the road and flagging down an incoming taxi.
But he, however, yanked her closer, bending and leaning in till his nose rested close to her neck. One, two, he sniffed twice, his eyes switching to a sudden tint of gold. It was quick, but he'd pulled back with a softened expression, letting go to lower his gaze on her.
"A promise made to a dead person is useless!" Dimitri refuted, amused by her words. "Jesus, Adeline, It's been two whole years, and my father has been spending a lot of resources on your mother. You didn't expect it to go on forever, did you?