Their gazes remained glued with each other, which caused more tears to fall from her eyes because Cyra could see that agonizing pain burning in his eyes, and somehow she knew it was because of what she had done to him.
She had practically killed him. She had almost snatched his life away from him, but yet he was still worried about protecting her life?
Could someone go this far just to play the role of a fake love? Could a fake love feel this genuine, honest and imperishable?
Cyra trailed her eyes down towards his chest to witness the evidence of her inhumanity on him, but she couldn't see anything. His upper body was completely covered in a dark black shirt, which was completely buttoned too.
What was he hiding from her? His bullet marks? But why? When she herself had given them to hi
