Chapter Thirty-four
“What happened-“ Daisy abruptly stopped speaking, as though air was sucked out of her lungs, pretty face slowly morphing distressed.
Cinnamon eyes followed the track of Hades arms until it landed on the brown diary beside him on the bed, over which his palm rested languidly.
And Hades eyes didn’t fail to notice the slight twitch at the corner of her lips when her gaze fell over the same brown journal as various emotions swam through those liquid orbs which began glistening and then how Daisy discerned the thin sheen of tears building up along their brinks.
Hades knew that he was hurting her, and that made him feel even more miserable than he already was. He felt ashamed of himself.
He didn’t hold her gaze. Likewise, he just couldn’t.
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