His voice was too gentle, his gaze on her too passionate, those pale eyes like the starry sky, deep and brilliant.
In such eyes, even lies become truth.
Aldana Candi withdrew her gaze and forcefully pressed against his chest, turning away and hoarsely said, "Enough. Stop using this fake pretense to deceive me again."
Philip Shaw: "What will it take for you to believe I'm not lying to you?"
Aldana Candi's eyes touched his snow-white hair and icy white skin, her lips pressed tightly together, yet she couldn't utter a word.
The man grabbed her hand, using cold fingers to pry open her tightly clenched fist, pressing her palm against his heart.
"Even like this... you still refuse to believe?"
The chest under her palm was as cold as his body temperature, yet through the thin barrier of flesh and bone, she seemed to feel the beating of his heart.
