The palm beca empty, he lowered his eyelids to glance, as if his heart also beca empty, his handso brows subtly furrowed for a mont.
Tiana Thorne withdrew her hand and then raised her eyes to look at him.
Seeing that it was her fourth brother, she realized what she had just done. Currently, she severely lacked a sense of security and subconsciously didn’t want to be touched by anyone, which is why she withdrew her hand, not even seeing clearly that it was him.
Aiden Shaw’s hand froze in midair, not withdrawn, and he lifted his lips, expressionless: "Co back to the room with ."
Because of pain and anxiety, her consciousness was still a bit blurred and her breathing sowhat heavy: "I’m not going back."
Aiden Shaw reached out to help her up.
She recoiled a bit, her body and gaze both showing reluctance.
May Sloane watched this scene, feeling a jolt of alarm, wanting to persuade but unable to speak due to the coldness emanating from him.
Aiden Shaw kept a distance that gave her enough sense of security, looking at her bloodshot eyes, just staring without blinking, not touching her again.
Tiana Thorne knew that this would hurt him greatly, but she truly didn’t want to leave.
At least, before knowing Julian Eas’s latest condition, she didn’t want to go, nor did she want anyone to force her.
Tears welled in her eyes: "Fourth brother, don’t force , okay?"
This ti, she called him fourth brother.
Aiden Shaw’s breathing suddenly deepened, his brows slightly knit, his eyes filled with an inexplicable deep aning. He looked at her for a long ti, and this ti, he didn’t forcibly take her away.
She moved her lips once more, her voice sowhat trembling: "I don’t want to go."
Aiden Shaw didn’t leave, staring at her for a long ti, his expression sowhat cold, patiently extending a hand towards her.
She was a little stunned, because being so close, she could clearly see the brilliant gleam in his deep eyes, which turned sowhat sharp and icy...
She lowered her eyelids, looking at his clean, slender hand, the knuckles a bit white, as if trying hard to suppress sothing.
Aiden Shaw’s gaze settled on her blood-covered feet, and he moved his lips, this ti his voice was gentle, completely different from his expression: "Sixteen, I’ll ask you again, will you co with ?"
She was stunned for quite a while, not moving, the atmosphere in the air becoming heavy.
Yet his defined hand stayed frozen in midair, stubbornly unwilling to withdraw.
She suddenly thought of the mont earlier when she withdrew her hand and he was hurt, her eyes not visibly shedding tears, yet recalling afterward made her heart ache a bit.
She didn’t know why, but suddenly an overwhelming bad feeling rose within her, as if if she didn’t place her hand there at this mont, she and he would be over...
After this, Julian Eas would beco an insurmountable chasm in their hearts, and neither could cross it to the other.
Tiana Thorne’s eyes were sowhat red, and after a long while, she moved her sore arm, placing her hand in his palm. As soon as her fingertips touched his warm palm, he grasped it, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth over the tiger’s mouth of her right hand.
Aiden Shaw’s lips curved into an indescribable smile: "I thought you wouldn’t give your hand."
His words at first sounded casual, but after a mont’s thought, they were full of bitterness and helplessness.
Her heart suddenly ached, this feeling completely different from the pain of knowing Julian Eas was gravely injured and unconscious.
She also clenched his hand, looking into his eyes, and at his stunningly handso face, aside from acting, for the first ti, her voice choked with emotion: "How could that be..."
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