The corner of her lips curled up a little. She gently stroked his eyebrows with her fingers.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, but he remained still. His hands, which had been pressing on hers, slowly relaxed.

Her fingers slowly moved from his eyebrows, over his eyes and down to his nose before landing on his lips.

His thin lips were beautiful. They looked cold, sexy and seductive. In the past, every time he smiled, it would tug at her heartstrings.

"You said you're scared of repeating your father's mistake and losing control over your own life. Does that mean you're also scared that I would betray you like your mother betrayed your father?" She spoke in a gentle tone, like the sound of a pleasant violin, her voice devoid of any anger or resentment.

Her calm demeanor made him frown.

The last time they were in her apartment, she was just as calm. It was a calmness that made him anxious.

"Although I told you that I loved you and would never leave you, and although you told me th