"I should have fought harder to make you stay instead of watching you slip through my fingers." Zayne didn't stop. "I should have said something instead of keeping quiet on you. I should have just… I love you, Evelyn. More than you can imagine. And I know you saw that thing, what I was. I am sure you—"
Evelyn pressed a finger to his lips, shaking her head at him. "Let's talk about that later, okay? I want to be with you right now. I want to talk to you about so many things. So can we go home?"
"Home…?" He blinked at her.
She nodded at him. "Yes, home. Where you and I lived. Our home. Can we?"
"Of course. Yeah, let's do that. Let's go home," saying so, he grabbed her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers as they left exiting the mansion.
Alessio who'd wanted to talk to him let out a deep breath, taking a step away from the balcony.
