Kenneth Osborne lowered his head, a hint of melancholy in his eyes, and said softly, "…If I can't be with you, what's a million worth? I can afford to lose two million."
"...Kenneth, that's a million!" Lawrence Winters exclaimed urgently, "Aren't you sure to lose then?"
Kenneth Osborne: "..."
A sudden unbearable pain filled his heart.
Even money wasn't working anymore?
What else could he do?
Kenneth Osborne slowly lifted his gaze, staring into Lawrence Winters' eyes.
Her eyes were dark and pure, resembling an endless night sky, as if filled to the brim with stars, yet also empty and boundless.
Just like the feeling she gave him, sometimes it seemed she understood everything, and other times, nothing at all.
Like a toddler learning to walk, stubbornly breaking all the treasures placed in her hands, with a kind of pure yet innocent cruelty.
Lawrence Winters also looked into Kenneth Osborne's eyes.
His gaze was gentle and lingering, intimately locking with hers.
