358 The Ideal Man For Annalynne

Kinnon heaved a long sigh.

He clasped his hands together on the table and looked straight into Annalynne's eyes.

"Anna, you are a beautiful and smart woman. Any man would be lucky to have you."

"Thanks, I know that. Stop beating around the bush and tell me the truth."

"..."

Kinnon leaned backward and put an arm around the long sofa that he was sitting on. 

The pair of caramel-golden eyes that greatly resembled Lucien's shone with determination.

But that was not all there was.

Judging from the slightly trembling hands that the owner pressed against the table, this conversation must be a difficult one for her. 

And yet, if it could grant her some sense of closure, then Kinnon did not mind ripping the bandaid and exposing the wound, once and for all.

"It's not that you are inferior to Lucien in any way."

That was one thing that Kinnon should have clarified a long time ago, but did not.