He stared at her intently, slowly letting out, "A knot in my heart that can't be untied for over twenty years—it's not possible to persuade me with a short few words, but for you, I'll go see her."
She lifted her gaze to meet his gentle eyes, "Mr. Jones, I'm Alexander Quentin's daughter, have you forgotten?"
He gave a faint smile, "I haven't forgotten, but to take revenge on you, I can't do it."
No woman had ever brought sunlight-like warmth into his life, but she could...
