Everything he did was just another way of expressing his love for her.
He was persistent, frank, and always passionate and pure!
Seraphina Quinn wasn't heartless. She could feel the intense love he kept hidden deep inside.
Her gaze slowly fell on Cian's incomparably handsome face. Her voice was soft, sounding gentle. "Cian, all I can say is, thank you for everything over these years." She paused. "Thank you for being there, thank you for your quiet devotion, and thank you for the love you've kept hidden deep inside."
Cian's eyes reddened.
He tore his gaze away from Seraphina Quinn's face and stood up.
Before leaving, he glanced back at her. "I've said it before—you're a heartless wretch!"
'All she does is hurt me. She won't even give me the slightest bit of comfort!'
After spitting out the words, Cian turned and walked away.
Seraphina Quinn watched his perfectly straight back. On an impulse, she called out softly, "Cian."
Cian's throat bobbed, but he didn't turn around.
