Layla’S POV
I looked at Viktor and his eyes were as soft as silk. His entire face looked transformed. There was no single trace of anger or sharp edges of the man who frightened me the previous night.
I saw remorse. A one that showed off his boyishness. For a moment, I wondered what exactly he was apologising for.
He stepped forward to me. "Layla, baby," he slid his hands into mine and guided me into the room from the doorway like I was too fragile to do it myself.
He pushed the chair slowly and ushered me in. "I promise you today, I'll never raise my voice ever at you again.
I heard my heart quivering. I lost my resolve under the tenderness of his voice. Every piece of anger in me went away like that.
Then I whispered,
"Viktor..." struggling to finish my thoughts.
He pressed a ki
