His lips were warm, while her face was icy cold.
This chilling sensation filled his heart with dread, and his dark eyes grew even more unfathomable.
"Jasy..."
He kissed her, delicately and meticulously.
He was afraid.
Afraid that he would never get another chance.
Charles Mcintosh expelled a breath weakly, accelerating the car.
He drove steadily, able to maintain balance and speed even in such circumstances.
But the hospital was too far away, and nobody could assure what would happen next.
The kiss seemed endless.
After a long while, Sylvan Cheney took out a delicate box from his shirt pocket.
Inside was an engagement ring set with a sapphire.
The Blue Demoness flower pattern was beautiful and captivating.
The car interior was dark, but still, it couldn't hide the dazzling beauty of the ring.
Fine craftsmanship, exquisitely beautiful design.
Even the sapphire was one of a kind.
Sylvan Cheney slid the ring onto Jasmine Yale's ring finger.
