Chapter 119: It's my fault, I shouldn't be overly suspicious

She just stared at him without saying a word.

Tears clung to her long, thick eyelashes, and as she blinked, they fell onto her beautiful, delicate face.

Ashton Heath had never been moved by a woman's tears before.

It even annoyed him.

If anyone tried to use tears to gain his pity, they would only achieve the opposite effect.

Even Yannick Luther had complained more than once that Ashton's heart was made of stone, too cold and hard.

Not a single woman could warm him up.

But at this moment, Ashton realized he wasn't immune to a woman's tears after all.

Looking at the girl with red-rimmed eyes and a face full of grievance in his arms, he felt a tinge of heartache for the first time.

Without much hesitation, he apologized: "You're crying? Because you think I doubted you? Baby, I'm sorry, I take back everything I just said. Pretend I never said anything, and don't be mad at me, okay?"

Ashton Heath had never known what it felt like to be flustered.