She gently removed his hand, tenderly lifted his eyelid, and softly blew into it.
The fragrance of orchids wafted over, and Kevin Cliff's dark pupils gradually opened under her gentle soothing, meeting her caring, clear eyes.
As their eyes locked, Charlotte Green forgot to breathe, staring unwaveringly into his.
Suddenly—
"Someone's taking secret photos! Over there... I saw them!"
Kevin's brow furrowed, heart feeling somewhat disappointed.
Following the direction she pointed, he then got up, patted the sand off his clothes, took her hand, and led her back to the villa, saying indifferently, "No one will dare to take your photo again."
Was this his attitude toward her concern?
Was it not a bit too dismissive?
Didn't he feel ashamed, didn't he think it was necessary to get a divorce from her?
Charlotte tried to pull her hand away, but her hand, as if not obeying her brain, let his larger hand envelop hers obediently.
His palm was broad, thick, and warm, holding hers tightly.
