The man's dark eyes were bloodshot, and the kind of heart-wrenching feeling in the depths of his eyes seemed to infect her as well. Crossley felt a tightness in her chest; she bit her lip, unable to describe the feeling, only sensing that her chest felt as if it was being stabbed by needles.
She gazed intently at him for a long, long time before finally nodding: "Okay, I'll listen…"
The woman's voice was completely hoarse as she clenched his shirt tightly, then lowered her head, desperately suppressing the suffocating sensation in her chest.
Suddenly, she also wanted to know about their past, wanted to know how deeply she had loved this man. Even though she now had amnesia, the flutter in her heart remained!
Ose Owen stared at the top of her head, silent for a moment. After a few minutes, he started pulling her out of the presidential suite.
"Where to?" Crossley frowned, unable to understand what he intended to do.
