Kan did not stop even as the vigor in Eleanor’s thrashing legs slowly died, and a tear ran down the side of her eyes.
He loved Ariel.
And after hearing what she did today, cooking for him, he somehow loved her more than he had ever loved anyone.
She cared about him. She cared about the real Kan, not his money or what he could do for her.
And she was always so calm, gentle and accommodating.
“Please.” Eleanor managed to somehow get the words out of her lips clearly, and strength immediately went out of his hand.
She wheezed painfully as air rushed back into her lungs, the veins in her temple standing out, her eyes blood-red.
Kan stood up, unable to bear looking at her.
She struggled into a seating position, painfully dragging air into her lungs. The sound was horrible, and Kan
