He had always maintained his integrity and independence over the years, so the people who tried to get close to him often only saw his cold and distant eyes.
In the past, he held me in his arms and whispered softly in my ears on countless nights.
He said that I was the most precious thing to him.
But then everything changed.
I saw in his eyes the pain he felt for another woman.
Harvey shook his head and smiled, then took out a black card from his pocket and handed it to the leading salesperson.
He strolled over to me, his movements deliberate and unhurried, before slipping an arm around my waist.
His gaze softened as his eyes locked with mine, brimming with affection that might have fooled anyone watching.
In a low, light-hearted tone, he murmured, “It’s just a dress. I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously. Sure, it’s fine to scare a little girl, but I’d hate for you to fall ill over something so trivial.”
His casual humor brushed the incident aside effortlessly, steering attention away from Stephanie with practiced ease.
A smirk played on my lips as I looped my slender fingers around his tie, tugging him closer, inch by inch, until our breaths mingled.