"I don't know when you'll lose interest in me. Before you do, can you… can you at least let me like you with a little dignity?" Leah Sinclair finally choked out the words.
Asher Keating was stunned. He hadn't expected Leah Sinclair to be so direct. The girl before him had red-rimmed eyes. She was clearly in a lot of pain, yet she stubbornly refused to cry, just looking at him as she confessed she liked him. His grip involuntarily loosened.
Plenty of girls liked him. "Like," "love"—Asher Keating had been hearing those words since his school days, and he was sick of them.
He had long since stopped taking such words to heart. But he never expected that this girl's confession could actually make a small part of him soften.
Seeing him let go of her, Leah Sinclair knew her words were sudden, but she forced herself to finish what she had to say. With things like this, you had to do it in one go, or your courage would falter.
