"You...didn't go back to Paris?" Titus Zane asked, mentioning that impressively romantic city left a complex feeling in his heart, yet he still tried to lift the corners of his lips.
"No, there are too many sad memories there. In this lifetime, I never want to go back, unless..." Logan Ray raised his head, looking directly at Titus Zane, his dark eyes brimming with too much emotion.
Even though Titus Zane knew what Logan wanted to say, he couldn't help but speak, his fingers gripping the champagne glass tightening.
"Unless what?"
"Unless you go back with me." Logan's clear eyes conveyed determination.
Titus Zane...
His hand holding the champagne glass trembled slightly, lifting his head to meet Logan's gaze, his colorless lips tremblingly formed a smile, yet it was so pale, "Stop joking, I...am doing well now, how could I go back to Paris with you."
"Little Zane." Logan took a step forward, grabbing Titus Zane's hand, his handsome eyebrows furrowing, his face showing distress.
