The moment she saw the white plum blossom embroidery, Joyce Monroe's body couldn't help but tremble. In that instant of stunned silence, Silas Thorne parted her lips…
Claiming, intertwining.
An intense and unfamiliar emotion washed over her, drawing an involuntary sound from her lips. Her legs grew so weak she could barely stand. Thankfully, Silas Thorne held her limp waist tightly, yet the kiss only deepened.
Ever since Silas Thorne learned why Joyce Monroe was avoiding him, he knew it was time to clear the air.
But he was also afraid,
'afraid that if he pushed things, she would run away and hide even farther from him.'
He had tried to numb himself with work, never expecting Joyce Monroe to come find him on her own. Her action was, without a doubt, a huge encouragement.
'At least it proves I have a place in her heart.'
'Even if there's someone else in her heart, I don't mind. As long as I have just a small place there, I'm confident that one day, I can become the only one!'
