Rain stared blankly at him.
She could swear she vaguely saw panic flash across those equivocal silver irises.
"I only moved out of instincts," she calmly convinced. She never meant to even call out to him!
She mustn't have been in her right senses to want to save the person she detested so much. The same cocky Prince who'd destroyed her hope of a happy life. Her instincts must have been insane!
Derek heaved a low sigh and squinted his eyes to intently study her. He wasn't sure what to believe or suppose. Why did she have the instincts to save him instead of herself?
It was odd.
Slowly, his hand moved to clasp her cheek again to caress the smooth round texture underneath his palm.
His fingers slid below her chin, and in no time, his thumb touched down on her lips.
She must've just bitten on them as per her habit, for he could feel a faint, cold wetness when his thumb rubbed over her lower lip.
