"Bryan White..." Mabel Doyle raised her misty eyes, staring at the man's handsome features.
Three years had passed, she had almost forgotten his face, but at this moment she just wanted to see it clearly, so she stood on tiptoe, cupped his face, pulled his head down, and looked closely, her fingers gently stroking.
The man's handsome face was cold to the extreme, and looking at the tear-stained face before him, his heartbeat nearly stopped. He froze his breath, didn't move, allowing her to hold his face.
Mabel Doyle had lost her sanity, completely disregarding everything, no longer calm. After a moment of looking, she suddenly leaned in and kissed his lips.
Bryan White's body stiffened; he wanted to push her away, but when his hands grabbed her shoulders, he halted abruptly, his palms exerting force, nearly breaking the woman's arms.
