His deep gaze sent her into a flurry. As she recalled how bold she was earlier, she became flushed. When she liked him many years back, she was just a little child who had an immeasurably strong possessive streak that did not want him to leave her. This possessive streak now had a hint of desire to it. She wanted him. His heavy breathing lingered around her. She looked at his lips and really wanted to kiss him, but she was also afraid of the awkwardness that would follow when he rejected her. Between them, she used to be the one who had the final say as she had the overbearing presence of a queen that he had to obey. Where had that self-confidence and courage all gone to?
Hailan's death utterly shattered everything.
She was afraid that he would coldly push her away. When she apologized, what immediately followed was him leaving her.
