Her eyes carried a faint hint of moisture, but Joshua Hughes was certain it wasn't the steam from the springs that was affecting her.
She was thinking of her deceased husband again. Only when she thought of him would her face take on that dreamlike, both satisfied and sorrowful expression, only when she thought of him would she become so captivating.
Yes, Avery Jane's face always had a faint halo when she was reminiscing, so beautiful that even the moon would want to hide behind the clouds.
But her beauty never bloomed for him; her mind and heart were consumed by that dead man, a man who couldn't even be truly called hers, because even within the bounds of marriage, their relationship was pure and untouched.
But what about him in her heart?
He was the first man to have her. What kind of person was he in her heart?
Joshua Hughes let out a bitter laugh. Crude, violent, ferocious, despicable, vulgar, unscrupulous—perhaps there were worse words for him.
