Chapter 91
Ophelia was now in front of him, her cold and emotionless gray eyes looking into his deep amethyst eyes.
They remained fixed in that position for an unknown amount of time, their eyes trying to look into each other as if wanting to discover something inside.
Oliver could not bear her emotionless eyes.
His heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by something. Fear?
She was beautiful, but he felt her expression looked like that of a psychotic serial killer.
Her eyes were dead, or he felt as if they were dead; she looked too scary for some reason.
Her head did not even move an inch as she kept staring into him, making him think she was a true psychopath.
He glanced at Nadia, who was also frozen in her spot, and her expression was also unnatural at the moment. He knew that she was also scared and could not muster up her courage.
