William Foster shook his head in denial, "No one has ever said that."
He looked at Clara Bennett calmly, with a gentle warmth in his eyes.
His gaze was as tender as water, seemingly able to melt the heart, making one feel an unprecedented sense of peace.
Clara asked in surprise, "Really, no one?"
How could that be possible?
Such a soft head of hair, it makes people want to reach out and caress its smoothness.
William explained, "No one would do that at home."
He wasn't lying; indeed, no one dared to do so, as the Foster family members all hoped to live a bit longer.
After all, no one wanted to anger Sir Foster, which would only bring unnecessary trouble upon themselves.
Who would dare touch Sir Foster's hair?
That would be like digging up dirt on the head of the god of land; an act of sheer recklessness.
Hearing this, Clara's heart immediately ached.
