Lucy Ansley was forced to fall into Henry Ronan's arms, her nose bumping against his solid chest, leaving her unable to react for a moment.
Had the man not caught her, she would have likely fallen in a rather embarrassing manner.
Lucy rubbed her nose and lifted her head, her eyes covered with a mist of tears, unable to speak for a while due to the soreness in her nose.
"Did it hurt?" Henry lifted her face, pulling the girl's wrist down and indeed seeing her petite nose tip had turned red, his thick eyebrows instantly furrowing, "Let me see?"
Lucy looked up but didn't speak, her eyes gazing steadily at the man in front of her.
She clearly saw the worry and care flooding in Henry's eyes, and his gentle and soft actions as he held her cheeks.
It was the moment when the sunset filled the mountains and earth, and the rosy glow poured around the villa.
