Harrison Lucas's words burst out as if striking a nerve in Ben Lucas.
The man's muscles tensed up, his large hand tightly gripping Harrison's small hand, his thin lips pressed against her little mouth, and his tall, majestic body enveloped her.
However, in an instant, although Ben's body remained tense, he made no further move.
In the darkness, his long, dark almond-shaped eyes were tightly locked on Harrison's panicked face. In the pitch-black night, both could clearly see each other's eyes.
Harrison's deep black pupils revealed tension, fear, and a faint air of defiance, willing to fight to the bitter end.
But Ben's dark eyes were far more complex.
There was a fleeting joy in them, a disbelief and astonishment utterly shocked by the explosive news.
But more than that, under the faintly trembling black pupils, a deep, heart-wrenching sorrow gleamed through, unable to be concealed.
