Leona Grant cupped her face, making her meet his gaze.
His warm breath washed over her face, ticklish and tantalizing.
His profound gaze met her innocent one.
Annabelle Linton's crimson lips pressed into a thin line. Her cheeks seemed to puff out slightly, and a blush crept onto her face. For the first time, Leona Grant saw an emotion in her eyes other than her usual indifference.
Gazing into the faint, unadulterated innocence in her eyes, he realized just how pure this woman truly was.
Utterly pristine, like a brand-new, unopened package.
Her eyes, as captivating as a pool of spring water, were clear and tranquil, making one yearn to stir their placid surface.
For some reason, Leona Grant simply found her adorable. The way she ate was adorable, the way she slept was adorable, the way she spoke was adorable. Even her just being there in front of him was adorable.
'Ah, how can a woman be this adorable!'
