Chapter Seventy Six: Behind the Arrogant Facade

Canaan left his office at the close of work for the day. As he was driven home by his driver, he reflected on his conversation with Mark earlier in the day. He raised his hand to his chest–the center of his heart–and rubbed it. He thought of making Layla happy. He considered the thought of having her smile at him. She would look dazzling. His heart beat accelerated when he thought of her lips widening at the sight of him. Her doe brown eyes would light up in delight for him. He would wake up with her in his arms every morning, and the sun would radiate off her face. Layla's beauty eclipsed the sun's. And her smiles... His heart pulsed, and his Adam's apple bobbed while he swallowed. He was reminded of her taste in his mouth. He wanted to kiss her again. His pulse quickened at the thought, and he clutched his chest more tightly, squeezing his hand into a fist over it. His body trembled with need and his chest burned with anticipation. His driver glanced at him through the