Although he was blessed with beautiful eyes, they carried an inherent coldness and aloofness.
The bloodthirsty beast only retracted its fangs for one person, and such an emotion filled with obsessive possession often stirred people's hearts more than those empty and insincere displays of love.
Hannah gazed intently at the man before her. With just a flutter of her eyelashes, she unleashed a lively and charming smile. Softly, she placed her little hand on the back of his hand, her voice sweet, "I didn't intend to do anything."
As she spoke, her eyes curled up like crescent moons.
Those eyes were always so clear and pure.
Leaving Arnold Simmons helpless.
He leaned in, caressing the supple chin of the girl with his calloused fingers. With only a bit of force, he lifted her delicate, charming face, instantly closing the distance between them.
His gaze fell unrestrainedly onto the girl's face as he murmured, "Little liar."
