The same gentle motion, the same familiar face, she simply couldn't resist.
She didn't know how to stop all of this, nor did she know how to find the Clayton Howard she initially knew.
She couldn't be without him, couldn't lose him again.
Gently placing her on the soft big bed, the man's ink jade-like eyes gazed deeply, his voice extremely gentle, "Have a good sleep."
After he said this and covered her with the quilt, Lewis Harrison turned to leave.
He knew he was hopelessly drawn to this woman, and could no longer set his mind at ease.
Despite deliberately avoiding her, deliberately being cold to her, ultimately, the moment he saw her eyes filled with heartache, all his defenses collapsed instantly in front of her, leaving nothing behind.
Just as he was turning around, before he could retract his hand, it was suddenly grasped.
Lewis Harrison turned his head to see a slender hand clutching his own tightly.
