Each word the man spoke pierced her heart, and tears fell down. She looked at him through a veil of tears, slowly raising her trembling hands.
She suddenly embraced him, pressing her face against his chest.
All around was the wild masculine scent, stimulating her heart, causing tightness and stinging pain, making her tremble even more violently.
The woman's action made Bryan White's body stiffen, his sword-like brows knitted. He didn't say anything more, looking down at her shivering non-stop in his arms, he couldn't bring himself to utter a single harsh word!
Bryan White sighed softly, staring at the top of the woman's head, at a loss for what to do with her. He was silent for a moment, then bent down to pick her up.
"Bryan White..." Mabel Doyle exclaimed, looking up into the man's deep eyes. Their gazes intertwined, and in that moment, both were startled as they saw the heavy bloodshot veins in each other's eyes.
