"Melissa,"
Vicente gazed at Melissa, his deep-set eyes brimming with tender amusement.
Melissa responded with a cold huff, deliberately ignoring him.
"Melissa," Leaning in closer, Vicente brought his strikingly handsome face near hers.
His low, velvety voice seemed to resonate from deep within his throat, carrying an irresistible charm.
"I truly know I was wrong."
Melissa?!
The unexpected endearment caught Melissa off guard.
A rosy blush instantly spread across her cheeks as realization dawned.
"W-who said you could call me that?"
She pressed her lips together, her eyes flickering with flustered unease.
"I'm not talking to you anymore."
With that, she lifted her chin and made it to step past Vicente, determined to continue walking ahead.
So reasoning wasn't going to work, huh?
A faint trace of resignation flickered through Vicente's eyes.
