"What are you thinking?" Jose looked into Avie Scarlet's eyes, "Do you want to bet with me?"
"Bet on what?" Avie Scarlet was somewhat confused.
"Bet on whether I'll keep liking you like this, whether I'll consider you the most important person in my life." His voice was still somewhat cold when he said this.
Avie Scarlet couldn't help but bite her lip.
"So, you're not sure yourself?" she asked, "If you're not even sure…"
She didn't finish her sentence.
Because Jose pressed his fingers against her lips.
They were icy.
"I am sure now," he said, "I am utterly certain, certain of my… desire for you."
"You're not reacting out of vulnerability because you're ill, or because you just nearly experienced an assassination, are you?" Avie Scarlet thought of many excuses Jose had previously made.
"I don't know." Jose held Avie Scarlet's waist, examining her face, "But I do know, because I always think of you, that's why I fell ill. I fell ill because I missed you."
