Holding her hand, Maximus stood on the balcony enjoying the breeze. Alexandra turned to look at him. His hair fluttered chaotically in the wind and yet there was a certain serenity to the movements of his soft locks. His eyes were closed and the hands holding hers were warm.
No matter how much she gets angry at him and disagrees with his methods, she calms down in just moments by looking at his face. To think that someone who shares the same appearance as the one who broke her heart in her past life, still has that effect on her made her feel like she is pathetic.
But it is what it is.
"You want to dance?" Maximus asked sensing her stare on him.
Alexandra shook her head. She didn't want to get in again. After refusing his suggestion, she realized that she is not that angry that Maximus dragged her out here. But about the other things, she knew talking with him would achieve nothing.
But she tried nonetheless.
