chapter 41

In the end, the words tumbled out in a rush. Though she'd steeled herself for rejection, the thought of being denied in front of him sent a jolt of anxiety through her. Butterflies erupted in her stomach, and her throat tightened.

'He'll probably say no, as expected.' 

However, why did the question even arise? Cesare, a hint of amusement dancing in his red eyes, let out a low chuckle.

"Are you asking me to hold your hand because you're scared?"

The question struck her. Holding his hand hadn;t even crossed her mind. She'd simply craved his presence, the comfort of him being there. 

But wouldn't having his hand in hers be even better?

A shy smile, barely there, played on her lips as Eileen whispered, "Thank you…"