"Norris Moore." He lifted his hand to gently pinch Norris Moore's pointed chin, he softly called her name in a gentle tone, "Can you forget everything that happened last night?"
The sound of his voice was so tender, as if he cherished and adored her deeply.
Her gaze quivered slightly, and she looked up at the man's handsome and charming face looming over her.
In the shadows, his deep-set eyes looked full of affection.
He must have been born with this warm, affectionate face that always makes people feel as though they are deeply loved by him.
She smiled faintly, gazing at him and asked in a soft voice, "Can you forget it?"
"Norris Moore..." He hugged her tightly, his rugged and rushed kisses left his lips on her. She was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling lights.
Can it be forgotten?
If so, she would also love to forget everything.
But, how could she forget?
