My hands trembled so badly that I felt like a convulsion. I looked at both of them. My eyes were looking for Ethan, who had just lowered his vision to the ground, looking mortified. I puffed a disappointing sigh, then shook my head violently. This can't be happening. Is he for real? Is this for real?
"I'm sorry, Natasha," he muttered, then stepped away. I was too stunned to say anything. He halted beside Criselda, who encircled her arms around his waist, then rested her head on his bare chest. Both of them were naked in front of me. My tears poured damagingly. His eyes looked apologetic, at the same time, as if he was anticipating doing this.