Chapter 212

It was not a heavy type of perfume, but it was a scent Serena was familiar with. After all, Vivian had the same scent on her.

She willed herself to ignore Damian.

After opening the window, she was about to walk away when Damian grabbed her wrist tightly.

Serena stared at the handsome, cold-hearted man. "Can I help you, Mister Sinclair?"

She returned to her cold self, even calling Damian formal