Lyle Westbrook gazed into her eyes, his angelic face full of earnestness, "I originally thought as long as she was happy, I could just watch her from afar and protect her. But now she's single, I can finally tell her that I like her..."
His loving confession, both in expression and tone, was enough to move any girl's heart.
But in Lyle Westbrook's eyes, there was only the person in front of him. His rose-colored thin lips formed a smile that seemed like ice melting, an angel descending, "Enna, I like you."
Enna, I like you.
Enna, I like you.
Enna, I like you.
...
The voice by her ear amplified, echoing around her. Enna Clark abruptly widened her eyes and lifted her head.
Lyle Westbrook's smile was affectionate and focused, so tender it could melt a person's heart. In those clear peach blossom eyes was her reflection, her shocked expression and suddenly lifted face...
