Arissa's body trembled slightly when Nicklaus spoke to her so sternly. She lowered her gaze but Nicklaus forced her to look at him again.
He placed a finger under her chin and slowly, he lifted her face to hold her gaze. He searched her eyes and all he could see was doubt. What was she doubtful about?
Nicklaus stood straight and relaxed on the vanity table. He pressed on foot on it and relaxed his butt on the table while he studied her.
He waited for her to feel free and speak up. However, Arissa sat back there and continuously stared into his eyes without saying a word to him.
Nicklaus released a breath and squatted to her face level. He tenderly caressed her face and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
He took her hand in his and dropped soft kisses on it. He took hold of her other hand and held them together. "Speak to me, Arissa. Your silent treatment isn't helpful,"
