It was like the symbolic eagle at Quincy Manor—if this path ultimately led to the light, then there was no use in her running away.
His love, his affection, everything about him... She couldn't resist it. 'I'll just have to trust him one more time.'
'Maybe... maybe this time we can actually walk into the future together?'
In the end, Claire Sinclair forced herself to make a decision.
She lifted her gaze slightly to meet the man's deeply affectionate dark eyes, then reached out with both hands, lacing her fingers tightly with his.
"I'm really clumsy when it comes to relationships. If I do something wrong, you'll probably need to be more patient with me than most. But please, don't worry. When I realize I've made a mistake, I'll do everything I can to fix it. I promise I won't hold you back!"
"Claire, the same goes for me," the man replied.
'How could he possibly be the same!'
