Christopher's silence pierced her heart like a knife. He asked her to wipe away her tears, and she shed even more.
"I don't know why I feel like you have no feelings for me," she said, her voice cracking. "It is not true, is it?"
His gaze became even sharper.
"Am I not attractive?" Abigail asked impatiently, grabbing the corner of his sleeve. "Do you dislike the way I dress? I will do a complete makeover. Please let me know how you want to see me. "I'll try everything you want to see in a woman."
She moved closer to him and placed her palm on his cheek. "I adore you and am willing to do anything to please you."
Christopher held her hand and drew it down. "You don't have to change yourself. You are good the way you are. If you want to please me, take care of yourself. Do not do anything that will make you sick. You need to stay healthy to keep your heart functioning properly."
