The man's rugged features slowly approached, and his eye color gradually shifted from deep brown to deep black, like a pool, like an abyss.
Inviting one to fall.
Elise Don's breathing gradually grew shallow. She felt as if a thin line was strumming her heart, emitting a deafening sound that only she could hear.
It was so overwhelming that she had to close her eyes to endure the forthcoming kiss.
Nearer, nearer, even nearer.
However, the anticipated kiss of devastation was interrupted by a phone call before it even started.
The phone in Oliver Bloom's pocket vibrated against Elise Don's leg, startling her. When she opened her eyes, she clearly saw the undying emotion still moist in Oliver Bloom's gaze.
Oliver Bloom gave Elise Don a wry smile.
Elise Don said, "You should answer the call."
If she didn't say that, what else could she say—asking who was calling and demanding they be dragged out and punished?
