"To love someone to the point of obsession like you do? No thanks," Elliot said, shaking his head with mock horror.
But what did it matter if his love had turned into obsession?
No matter what, Alex could not lose Lily.
After showering and changing into fresh clothes, Alex returned to his bedroom. Lily was leaning against the headboard, looking at photos of him as a child.
She looked a bit pale but was still as beautiful and delicate as ever. Her clean, elegant features and quiet demeanor—everything about her—drew him in.
He had spent nine years searching for her... to be with her.
He wouldn't let anyone ruin that.
Alex's eyes darkened for a moment, but soon, a doting smile appeared on his lips. He walked over, climbed onto the bed beside her, and asked with a playful grin, "Did I look better when I was a kid, or do I look better now?"
