This was the first time Ava had ever heard Liam speak in such a tone—it actually felt a bit refreshing.
In that moment, the faint grievance in his voice was even a little... cute.
It completely overturned his usual image of being calm, reserved, and always serious.
And that hint of vulnerability only made her love him more.
She raised her hand to wrap around his neck, gently tapping the bloodshot corner of his eye. "Look at your eyes, they're so red. You're not allowed to come tomorrow, got it?"
Liam didn't respond. He just rubbed her nose with his.
It's not like he had to come every day.
But Ethan Grant was still lurking around nearby, clearly watching her.
Last night it was playing hero, tonight it was serenading under the moon—Liam's sense of security was wearing thin.
Seeing his silence, Ava knew he definitely wouldn't agree.
