Isadora waited for Bernard to speak. But it looked like it was hard for him to speak.
"You don't have to, Bernard," she hugged him and kissed his cheek.
She patted his back as the majestic man shook in her tender embrace.
"I will wait until you open up to me…"
She had no idea who Bernard killed in the past which made him this stressed. But looking into his eyes, she knew one thing.
She didn't care about his past. She didn't care what others thought about him. This man treated her the best. And that was enough for her.
"I will never hurt you, Isadora," Bernard said, holding her shoulder, his voice trembling with emotion.
His vulnerability struck her heart like a gentle wave, reminding her of the depth of their connection. She cupped his face in her hands, feeling the roughness of his stubble against her palms, a stark contrast to the softness of his gaze.
