Celia, clutching her heart.
Her hand pressed against her chest in pain, her brows delicately furrowed for the same reason.
Now, Zoe Pierce frowned just like Celia clutching her heart, her own hand grasping something.
But unlike Celia's pale complexion, Zoe's cheeks were a flushed pink, dyed in a crimson that seemed borrowed from the sunset clouds.
Touching herself, there was honestly no particular sensation.
But the moment she met the eyes of the person on the video call, knowing she was showing this to him, she was instantly overcome.
She didn't even know what she was doing. All she knew was that her heart was pounding like a frightened fawn.
All she knew was to follow Miles Sherman's request and say, "You… you too… Let me see…"
Miles Sherman's breathing instantly grew ragged. Or rather, both of their breaths had long since become a mess.
He agreed in a low voice and tore away his final secret.
