She called out word by word, her tone rising with a hint of playfulness.
Her bright eyes sparkled with a delicate, lively light, instantly dispelling the inexplicable restlessness in his heart.
Yet, for no reason, it reminded him of last night when he held her, the girl soft and pliant against him, fitting seamlessly. He could clearly feel her curves, and her lips were so close, the breath she exhaled entwining him, trying to pull him into the abyss of desire.
Such a scene, how could any man withstand it?
Yet, he endured it, resting his forehead against hers to calm himself down.
However, the young lady found him too hard, and her knee came up directly...
Feeling parched, Keane Lowell picked up the cup of tea on the table and took a sip, avoiding her gaze without a trace.
Forget it.
Since she doesn't want to acknowledge the past or keep the promises, he would no longer pursue. They could start over, taking things slowly.
"As you wish," he replied.
