After Hannah Hargrave finished speaking, Nicholas Croft's handsome face instantly turned frosty, his dark eyes like two daggers, narrowly fixed on Hannah.
Hannah, sitting opposite him, acted as if she hadn't seen it. She snapped the household registration book shut, shoved it back into his hand, then pressed her palm against his chest and smiled as she said, "No need to be so moved. I'm your wife. This is what I should do."
After she spoke, Hannah deliberately patted Nicholas's chest lightly. That spot was the closest to his heart, separated only by muscle.
From the icy gloom in Nicholas's eyes, Hannah could feel his pain. To love and not obtain is one of life's great regrets; then what about life and death partings—are those the kind of pain one can never cut away from in an entire lifetime?
