Crossley Gibson's body grew more rigid, her face blushing to the point of nearly bleeding, her breathing becoming erratic.
She had never dreamed that things would develop to this extent between them, and to his proposal, she did not refuse.
Crossley's heart sank to the bottom. Could it be that subconsciously, she was willing to stay by his side?
As he said, try to understand him, accept him, and give each other a chance?!
"I..." She suddenly felt irritable, abruptly looking up at him, only to freeze again when she saw the man's deep crimson eyes.
She did not move, like a statue, her gaze glazed over, her exquisitely beautiful face like a ripe apple.
Ose Owen's breathing deepened, without any hesitation, he cupped her face, and directly lowered his head to kiss her...
