Albert was so overjoyed that he pinned her against the corner of the sofa, his dark eyes shimmering with laughter as he pressed her for an answer.
"Then tell me—do you love me or not?"
To be able to laugh so freely in this lifetime, to be able to hold the woman he loved in his arms—wasn't it wonderful?
Cynthia had nowhere to escape. Trapped by his presence, she could only stare at him with her tear-filled eyes. His gaze was intense, burning with anticipation as he watched her, unwavering in its focus.
Her heart pounded wildly, as if it wanted to leap out of her chest.
"I…"
She barely managed to whisper a word before lowering her gaze, trying to calm her racing heart. But when she looked up again, she was once more ensnared in the depths of his eyes. A tremor ran through her body, and in a moment of reckless courage, she bit her lip, pulled him down, and pressed her trembling lips against his.
