"Why break up?"
He spoke softly, his voice magnetic and husky.
Mysteriously, it was tinged with some stuffiness and grievance.
Nora Scott was held in his embrace, feeling his solid arms and broad chest. His scent and warmth surrounded her, permeating into her being, almost like melting her.
She remained motionless.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, thin as a cicada's wing, casting shadows at the bottom of her eyes, as her eyelids lowered slightly.
"My grandma wouldn't force you to break up. Butler Loxley said she had a high opinion of you. Before she passed, she even mentioned you, saying she liked you. But this matter is still related to her, isn't it?"
...
"Others can reconcile after a fight, breakups often have opportunities for redemption, but you just bring up breakup after one quarrel and then disappear completely. I want to reconcile but can't find you."
"Nora Scott, no one does things like you."
His voice filled her ears, his slow-speaking tone was accusatory.
