Liam Yancey gently turned her around, lifted her chin to force her to look at him, his eyes profound yet the utmost in tenderness, as if they could drop water at any moment.
"Tara, tell me you love me!" His words were domineering yet beguiling, his slender fingers stroking her chin, seemingly enticing her to say it out loud.
Tara Summer was still not responding, she couldn't believe that the usually laconic Liam Yancey would say so much to her, and every sentence was filled with intense emotions.
Was he... confessing to her?
Liam Yancey, the lord of the Imperial Capital, was revealing his feelings to her!?
Tara Summer bit her lip, to say she wasn't moved would be a lie, and what he said was the truth.
Her lost and panicked behavior earlier, when she heard he was injured, if not for caring about him, worrying about him, even liking him, how could she explain it?
Like him? Ha-ha, isn't it liking him?!
What was she thinking when she first walked into the resting room?
