He stretched out his slender fingers, lifting her pointy chin, "Did you just say that you truly like me?"
His voice was like a mouthful of aged wine, mellow and lingering, intoxicating.
His gaze was so tender, as if ripples of light danced at the bottom of his eyes, seemingly able to drown a person!
The tip of his nose lightly touched hers, not making any other contact.
But such a slight touch, in the eyes of others, was - even more intimate than a direct kiss!
At least, that's how Ella Martin and her female companion saw it!
Under the dim light, a tall, handsome man gently lifted the chin of the woman in his arms, pouring all his tender, watery gaze onto her...
That feeling!
And Emma Smith was stunned too.
She didn't expect that Robert Thomson would come up and ask her this question without asking anything else!
Did he not know that she was lying?
