Carla's shock was written all over her face, her wide, glistening eyes staring at him in sheer disbelief.
Tyrone's sharp gaze softened subtly.
His sharp features were perfectly sculpted, and the gold-rimmed glasses he wore gave him a refined yet distant aura, making him seem untouchable. His piercing eyes and stern expression could be downright suffocating.
But when his features relaxed, it felt like a warm, soothing breeze, calming and delightful.
He no longer pressed her with his usual intensity.
Instead, he retrieved the velvet box again. "Take it," he said, his voice calm but firm. "Take your time to think it through."
Think about what? Was he asking her to choose between him and his other persona? Or had he already seen through her, realizing that her heart leaned more toward th
