Thinking about this, for some unknown reason, he felt a sense of inexplicable loss in his heart.
Looking at her slightly drooping and curled eyelashes, along with her rosy cheeks, Leon Hayden's heart stirred and he stepped closer to her again.
"Is that really so?"
He kept moving closer, and Camila Walker kept backing away until her body was stopped by the cabinet behind her, finally halting her retreat.
"Of course," she lowered her head, seemingly unable to face his deep eyes, as if a mere glance would deeply attract her, rendering her unable to extricate herself.
Those eyes were Clayton Howard's, filled with his deep affection and the intricate details of their relationship.
Gazing at her eyelids, which she dared not lift too high, Leon Hayden slightly raised his hand and gently hooked her chin, making her look directly at him.
In those clear eyes, he wanted to know if she truly wished for him to return to the hotel.
