"I don't need an explanation since I am being honest with myself, but because it's you, I'm willing to explain."
Christopher's eyes tightened as he picked Amelia up and placed her on the dressing table.
He leaned in and kissed her.
Amelia responded by wrapping her arms around his neck.
Christopher thought to himself, he was such a coward.
He knew that Amelia was scheming to deceive him, yet he crumbled easily because of her sweet talk.
All his pride and bottom line vanished like smoke in thin air.
She played with his heart as if she's an experienced butcher removing a pig's heart skillfully.
He appeared powerful and dominant, but in this relationship, Amelia had always taken the lead.
Whoever falls in love first loses.
No love, no surrender.
All his efforts paled in comparison to Amelia's sweet words.
"Amelia," Christopher pressed their foreheads, his gaze trembling as he looked at her.
His dark, whirlpool-like eyes almost swallowed her whole.