This might be a man's most gentle and considerate care for another woman.
He could offer her money and power.
Yet, he was stingy with offering the very thing she needed most.
She bit her lip, forcefully pushed against his chest, her eyelashes trembled as she turned her face towards the window.
She didn't need money or power. In this world, there were many wealthier or more powerful people than her, just like the man beside her. What was the point of having more money? As long as he was willing, she would be a caged bird, a flower in a vase for life.
Like a pet, with the most luxurious golden cage, but is this what she wanted?
He knew perfectly well what she wanted, yet he was evasive.
They were utterly unable to communicate. No matter how many times they argued, she desperately realized their minds were never in sync.
Because he had never respected her or understood her thoughts.
Never.
