165. The Deepest Love

"Ivy..."

The low, raspy voice whispers into her ear, piercing deeply into her already fragile heart. Just as she had thought, he had mistaken her for Ivy Aretha!

A cold sensation seeped into her heart, and Lina Miller felt her blood turn cold.

"Will you not reject me?"

As if sensing her despair, the man halted all his movements. His gaze, lost and forlorn, prompted pity, with a hint of sadness. His hand gently trailed across her shocked eyes. "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement, okay?"

With his intoxicated voice trailing off, she had no chance of resistance left. But then again, she had no intention of resisting.

If it was something she'd wanted to do a long time ago, why would she refuse when presented with the opportunity?

No matter who he loved or cherished, or who she was in his mind, nothing could change the fact that she loved him!