Evangeline's initially cool expression froze when she heard his last sentence.
She slowly turned her head, her gaze on Julian complex. "What did you say? My what?"
Julian pressed his lips together and walked toward Evangeline. His pace was slow but exceedingly steady, each step deliberate and solemn.
He drew near, looking at the Evangeline who was now just inches away, inhaling her familiar scent. He lowered his eyes, his gilded irises filled with sincerity. "I said, I like the sounds you make when you mate with Danton. They're beautiful."
"At that time, this was beating very fast." Julian slowly raised his palm and pressed it against his own chest.
Evangeline's brow twitched violently, and the corner of her mouth twitched. "Wait, no. You have a habit of eavesdropping??"
A rare crack appeared on her usually calm, smiling face.
