Those pitch-black phoenix eyes looked at her with a burning intensity, filled with longing yet tinged with a hint of determination.
For a moment, Mabel Quinn was in a daze, as if these absurd words he spoke were somehow real, as if the moment he let go, it would truly happen as he said.
"But my uncle is still waiting for me outside..." she forced herself to return to her senses from this daze.
"Your uncle, is he really that important to you?" he asked.
"Yes, very important." Her voice was utterly certain.
Kyle Kinston's thin lips tightened, feeling as if his body were being consumed, torn apart by her words. The peculiar fragrance that gradually filled the room also stimulated his body, nerves, and the flow of his blood...
This scent...
Kyle Kinston furrowed his brows, but the next moment, his thoughts shifted because of her words.
