CHAPTER 24 AMELIA Bliss. Hearing those three words is pure bliss. His blue eyes anxiously stare into mine as he waits for my response. This man, who I love, loves me back. His eyes searched mine, “W-Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?” He fretted. I looked at him, loving every corner, every inch of his face, and I know that it’s impossible to not fall for this man. Not just because of his physical appearance but the way he treats me, the way he makes me feel, the way his eyes look so sincere as it stares into mine. He’s perfectly imperfect and I love him. “No…” I replied, reaching out to his face. Holding it with both hands as I whisper, “I love you, too.” His eyes soften, and he bit his bottom lip, trying hard to suppress a smile. “Are you speechless, Mr. Ashford?” I

