But Tara Summer frowned again, her mind starting to struggle. She had once said that she would never open her heart to anyone again. This time, was she going to do it?
Love was too painful, too hurtful, and she really didn't want to be hurt again or have her sincerity trampled on...
"Liam Yancey, can I trust you?" Tara Summer straightened up, her face was solemn, her hand on his shirt clenching tighter.
Liam Yancey could feel it, he stopped smiling, his handsome face became exceptionally serious. Both his hands held her white and delicate face, "You are my wife."
He only said one sentence before bowing his head quickly to kiss her.
"Hmm." Tara Summer let out a light hum. This time she didn't resist; her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck.
She opened her mouth, even though she didn't move, she was still for the first time responding to him.
But her movement shocked him; without any hesitation, he held her tightly.
