The smirk on his face slowly faded, replaced by a serious and intense look. He stared into her eyes, searching for an answer. "Why do you still refuse me when you clearly know how I feel about you?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Meilin felt his words echoed in her ears. She wanted to pull her hand away from his grip, but he held it firmly, not letting her go.
"Can you not do this?" she said, her voice trembling.
"No, we're doing this now," he said, his tone determined. "Tell me, Scarlet, or I'm not letting you go."
Meilin, who had been avoiding his gaze, was forced to look at him.
"Agnes," she called, her voice breaking.
He furrowed his brows, confused. "What does this have to do with her?" he asked, puzzled.
"I saw you both in the garden, and she admitted it herself."
