Hannah Roland sucked in a deep breath, her eyes landing on a handsome young man when she looked up.

He appeared to be in his early twenties, exuding an aura of success and elegance.

“You’re here,” he said softly.

Hannah nodded slowly, her heart racing.

“Come in,” he said before walking back into the room.

She followed him inside, feeling extremely heavy on her feet. A few steps felt like a thousand miles to her.

She hesitated and halted in her tracks as soon as she walked through the door.

Sensing that Hannah was no longer following him, the man turned around and walked up to her.

Closing the door with his foot, he leaned against the wall next to her as he lit up a cigarette. “I’m guessing you came to me today because you were going to agree to my suggestion, but you’re having second thoughts, aren’t you?”

His family had a close relationship with Hannah’s family, and he had liked her ever since they were children.

He always treated her like his future wife, but she never reci