Oliver Bloom stood on the ground, bending over to check, his gaze directly fixed on her, without any compromise.
The man's eyes slightly uplifted at the corners, a pair of cold eyes unexpectedly containing hints of peach blossom, undeniably affectionate, yet appearing on a cold and handsome face. Elise Don suddenly recalled the walnut wood burning in the fireplace on the terrace of the West Hill house, among the snow-covered mountains, stirring her heart.
Elise Don blinked, her misty eyes seemingly carrying a vapor, damp, and her nose seemed to have its own emotions, standing alone, closing her entire face, creating a beautiful aloofness.
Oliver Bloom lifted his eyes, a storm raging inside him.
In their gaze met an array of unspeakable emotions, overly intense. They both chose to look away.
Oliver Bloom stepped back, creating a safe distance, and smiled slightly.
Elise Don unconsciously fiddled with a pillow for a while before remembering to ask, "Did you, did you have dinner?"
