Karlene glared at the man standing before her, her eyes blazing with fury.
She had to admit he was strikingly handsome.
His light blue eyes, so cold and piercing, held a captivating charm that made it hard for people to look away.
His features were almost ethereal, with a finely sculpted face that seemed too perfect for the real world.
He stood a head taller than her, with a lean but well-built physique that spoke of grace and hidden strength.
Despite his good looks, something about him rubbed her the wrong way.
Maybe it was the way he looked at her, with a cold, dismissive gaze, as if she were nothing more than an annoyance.
"If you know it's this late, why are you making so much noise?" Noran's voice was blunt, his tone devoid of any warmth.
Karlene's temper flared. "You intrude into my sister's home and dare find fault with me? What have you done to Shuri? Let me in—"
