Just as Summer Shawcross's crying turned into choked sobs, leaving her almost voiceless, the man above her finally moved.
"Cough..." The man coughed softly, then slowly lifted his sweat-covered face, lowering his eyes to look at the woman he was holding protectively in his arms.
When he saw her tear-streaked face, the expression on his handsome face paused for a moment.
He raised his hand with some effort, letting his fingertips rest on her tear-stained face, gently wiping away her tears.
A hint of joy appeared on his coldly handsome face.
This time, she was crying more heartbreakingly than he had ever seen before.
Though her earlier gut-wrenching cries made his heart ache, at this moment, his heart was filled with joy.
This was the first time in days that she had expressed her emotions like a normal person.
With a look of happiness on his face, he lowered his eyes to the woman beneath him and slowly moved his lips to speak.
