Grace Yakov has always been true to her word, and indeed, she lay motionless beside him.
Her soft body was pressed tightly against his arm, causing Eddy Sherman's body to instantly stiffen.
Twenty-four years had passed, and it was almost twenty-five years now...
They had missed a quarter of their lifetimes.
Time had gone on for so long that he thought they would never cross paths again in this life.
But as if it were fated, after he came back to life from being a vegetative person, he encountered her once more.
His heart, which had been frozen, began to fissure little by little as she drew closer...
He couldn't resist her touch at all; merely lying beside him, her presence made his heartbeat lose its rhythm.
The temperature between their arms, as they lay close together, kept rising, as though it were about to ignite...
Eddy Sherman's handsome face, his contours became rigid, and his hands and feet, as if they had a mind of their own, refused to obey him.
