As his gaze fell on Rebecca Kelloway, he saw her immediately start to dance, looking up at him with bright eyes, her excited face turning a little red.
"Ashton!" Rebecca waved her hands, "Ashton, will you play with me? I'll dance for you."
"I can sing too, I'll sing for you. Would you like that?"
With an intelligence of a three-year-old child, Rebecca's eyes were now as clear and innocent as a child's.
Her heart and soul were filled with Ashton Heath.
Other than Ashton, there was no one else in her eyes.
Such a gaze, anyone who saw would likely be moved.
But Ashton Heath remained indifferent throughout, his eyes never showing pity or sympathy for her, even with her current change.
Rebecca's tragedy was of her own making.
Ashton had always been a cold-blooded person.
He cared for nobody except those he cared about.
No one else's life and death mattered to him.
