Diego was about to drive but suddenly stopped.
He released the foot poised over the accelerator, parked the car, and turned his head to quietly watch her sleeping.
When she was quiet, like a slumbering angel, one could hardly bear to disturb her.
He watched, becoming completely engrossed.
Recalling her bold claim to drown her sorrows with wine earlier, only to be knocked out by a single sip, he couldn't help but smile.
Since childhood, he had followed the script set by his family, studying law, becoming a lawyer, striving toward the goal of prosecutor...
He was surrounded by remarkable women, some of them heiresses from big families.
Yet among those he'd met, no one was quite like her.
Pure, straightforward, a little bit muddled, but still so endearing...
She was as clean as a sheet of white paper, untouched by the mundane world.
"Cold..." Zoe murmured after sleeping a while, a hint of grievance in her voice.
