The question would surely go unanswered.
Leona Grant lowered his head and kissed her again, his hand gently stroking her hair.
Her warm breath ghosted against his chest—ticklish, warm, and exceptionally sweet.
He couldn't resist pulling her tighter, as if trying to knead her into his very being. Leona Grant held her domineeringly, a soft light in his eyes as he whispered, "After getting used to you, it's so hard to love anyone else."
"Annabelle Linton, did you appear in my life just to show me that the man everyone sees as invincible and flawless could also be brought to his knees, utterly humiliated and willing to compromise everything?"
"So if I give you my embrace, my affection, all my passion, my reckless courage, my life, my concern, my anxiety—if I give you everything, can you just give me a single glance from the corner of your eye? Please?"
