Would someone as hateful and domineering as him even like her?
Was that intense kiss because he actually had feelings for her?
Rachel, who had never been kissed before, didn't know a lover's kiss could feel so passionate.
Her mind was completely blank. She couldn't help but ask the question that had been lingering in her heart for days, "Do you like me?"
She asked softly, but her voice was clear and sweet, with a gentle tone, like a small hand lightly scratching his heart.
Her already delicate face flushed red, like a ripe cherry giving off a sweet scent. In his eyes, she looked shy and tempting.
But the moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it. She shouldn't have said that.
Kellan froze for a moment. A trace of heat flashed in his deep black eyes, as if something hot was building in his chest, ready to burst.
But then he remembered the image of her holding another man's hand and nearly kissing him on the street. Instantly, his chest tightened.
