Bella Acker was suddenly grateful for the dim lighting here, at least this way Damian couldn't see the tears on her face, allowing her to retain the last shred of dignity.
Damian Sinclair watched her trembling frail shoulders, desperately wanting to rush forward, disregarding everything, and hold her in his arms.
To tell her, he didn't want to care about anything anymore! To hell with the hatred, to hell with the enemy's daughter, to hell with the life-and-death struggles, to hell with the pregnancy!
He just wanted to hold his little woman tightly, never letting her be sad or cry again.
But he was not that selfish kind of person, and now she was so fragile it seemed as if his arms, just by embracing her, could break her instantly.
Damian Sinclair gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead throbbing and bulging.
