Grace Yowell shivered and urgently shouted, "Daniel, I'm not lying to you, that badge and the words you said to me before you left, they couldn't possibly be fake! If you still don't believe me, I can tell you more about our past, our conversations..."
"Even now, are you still planning to deceive me?" Daniel Harris's gaze landed coldly on Grace Yowell. He had always been too logical, too trusting in these things, so he ignored that feeling in his heart.
Clearly, the moment he saw Mabel Quinn, his heart already felt something. His body's instincts were already telling him that this woman was different, that she was the one he should pursue.
Yet, time and again, he chose to trust his logic, pushing her further and further away.
"No, I'm not lying to you, I'm not..." Grace Yowell stammered incoherently. As Daniel Harris stepped closer to her, her panic grew, and tears involuntarily rolled down her cheeks; it wasn't an act, she was genuinely anxious.
