Aiden Grant quietly closed the distance between himself and Lily Shaw, but Lily, who was merely joking around, was unaware of the intimate and ambiguous stance between them.
Oblivious, Lily had a triumphant smile on her face, tightly grasping the man's large hand with one hand while the other slid gently along his chin, like holding a thin thread to lightly stir the man's heart.
Her full, rosy lips slightly curled up, as if asking the man for a kiss, her entire body exuding a silent charm.
At this moment, Lily seemed like a fairy; even if she were a deadly poison incarnate, Aiden would willingly drink her in.
Yet he quickly snapped out of the woman's boundless allure because her eyes were too pure, devoid of any hidden emotion, showing only mischief and nothing else.
Seeing such eyes, all the restlessness in Aiden's heart felt like it had been doused with a large splash of cold water, extinguishing the flame of his heart.
