Abigail Hemsworth's voice fell, and the room fell into a dead silence.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains and floated gently through the air.
After a long pause, Travis Miller suddenly chuckled lowly.
Abigail Hemsorth's brow furrowed immediately.
Travis Miller sat up straight, his arm encircling her waist, with deep and dark eyes watching her intently, obviously smiling, gently caressing her cheek with his fingertips, his voice exceptionally gentle.
"You just said you still love me."
Abigail Hemsworth's rosy tender lips pressed tightly, she said nothing.
Travis Miller pulled at his lips, his long fingers hooked her chin, and her alluring face and those rosy lips always had an irresistible temptation to kiss.
He didn't resist, leaning over to kiss her.
Abigail Hemsworth lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably.
"You're right. There are lives between us, indeed there's no way to be together peacefully. But I want to be with you."
