"..." So, is he blaming her for his desire, too?
Ella Jackson abruptly stood up from the flower field, patted her buttocks, and walked out.
"We agreed not to get angry," Collins Aiden suddenly caught her wrist, pulling her back to his side. "Ella, they say I don't deserve love, do you think so too?"
"They're talking nonsense!" Ella blurted out without thinking.
He was the most coldly noble man she had ever seen, far more pure than those rich kids who liked to mess around.
If someone as outstanding and kind-hearted as he was didn't deserve love, then the whole world didn't deserve love!
Ella herself didn't realize when she had begun to admire Collins Aiden instead of admiring Chester Yale.
"Then do you love me?" Collins's thin lips parted slightly, his expression indifferent, but his glass-like eyes fixed unwaveringly on Ella.
"..." Her cheeks flushing, Ella mumbled, "Shouldn't I be the one asking that question?"
