The man curled his arm around her in reverse, pulling her up and fixing her against his chest.
He supported the back of her head with one hand, staring at her flushed face, breathing heavily: "Fiona, sometimes you really are heartless, choosing not to listen regardless of the reason or justification if you think something is wrong! I've said so much, just hoping you'll understand my heart..."
He grasped her hand, pressing it against his left chest.
Fiona hadn't recovered yet, feeling the man's heartbeat rapid, steady, and powerful, as if penetrating her palm and reaching deep into her heart, making her own heart race, their heartbeats almost in sync.
"I don't care..." She closed her eyes, speaking muffledly, still not changing her mind, starting to push him with both hands again.
"Fiona!" Norton tightened his arm, holding her even closer, seemingly aware she was about to resist again, his handsome face gloomy, "You, woman, really are..."
