C159 She Liked Him More than She Was Afraid of Him

Finlay rubbed Serafina's head again, his eyes filled with a doting expression, and said softly, "Okay."

"Good night."

"Good night."

Finlay's voice was gentle, like a soft melody, and every word was intoxicating.

Serafina stood on the stairs and looked at the handsome figure who had already entered the study. Her heart suddenly ached. She leaned against the railings of the staircase