"Have you had enough of hugging?" The man's cold voice came through, his gaze on Lily Gray's face appearing rather unfriendly.
Lily Gray's upturned lips curved into an even deeper smile, "My dear, are you showing your distaste for me?"
Although she was, initially, much more passive than him, she had suddenly become proactive.
Lily Gray's voice was delicate and soft. Even though she had been married twice, she was only in her early twenties. Not only was her voice tender, but her entire being seemed like a just-opened blossom, delicate yet alluring.
Aidan Lucas's cold heart swayed slightly when his gaze accidentally met her clear eyes.
His deep gaze swept over her features.
With her dewy peach blossom eyes and slightly upturned cherry lips, he knew she was acting, but her purposeful expression of grievance still evoked pity in his heart.
He stretched out his hand to place her head on his chest, rubbing her hair, "No."
