Even if the future didn't bring them together, Marylin knew one thing for sure—during the time they were together, Karl's love and care were real. They had touched her, moved her, and she would never regret giving her heart to him.
As for Karl, having finally embraced the woman he loved, only one thought burned in his heart—he would treasure her for the rest of his life.
When the initial fire of passion subsided, he cupped her face with both hands, kissing her gently, tenderly, as though she were the most precious thing in the world.
"Marylin…"
Her name rolled off his lips in a husky, lazy whisper, still heavy with the aftermath of desire. When she met his gaze, she heard the words that made her chest tremble—
"I love you."
Just three simple words. Yet they sank deep, breaking through every defense she had.
Marylin hooked her arms around his neck and whispered back softly, "I love you too."
Their lips met once more, sealing their promise with another kiss.
