Night had fallen, and the city lights outside the window shone brilliantly.
Feeling breathless, Mia Grant pushed the man away.
The man's embrace had felt like a suffocating cage, but thankfully, a gentle push was all it took for him to retreat.
In the room, the fireplace was still burning. The flames leaped, dancing in tandem with the candlelight on the table as the dew on the roses slowly evaporated in the warmth.
Mia Grant hadn't had a chance to take off her coat yet, and after that passionless kiss, her mouth felt dry.
She clutched her scarf, pulling it down.
Seeing this, Kian Keller reached out and untied her scarf. He then unzipped her down jacket, freeing her.
Mia Grant leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.
Her gaze drifted to him against her will.
'He's knelt, and he's kissed me.'
'Next up is the part where he cries.'
She had never seen Kian Keller cry, not even at his lowest point after the car accident.
She couldn't imagine the sight at all.
