His lips, soft and warm.
Gradually realizing.
He seems to be increasingly fond of kissing her face.
Claire Prescott's smile was gentle, her hands resting on his shoulders as she gazed into those deep, alluring eyes.
She believed in his sincerity.
Being by his side naturally gave her a sense of security.
However.
The feud between the two families wasn't something he could solve easily on his own, and she didn't want all the pressure to fall solely on him.
"I..."
Just as she began to speak.
The phone she had placed on the table rang.
Claire Prescott turned around and glanced at the caller displayed on the screen.
Keane Lowell saw it too; it was her father's call.
Claire Prescott got off him, took the phone, and ran to the backyard to answer it.
The call lasted less than two minutes.
Her father was coming to Kystral and asked her to have lunch at the restaurant at noon.
