C165 I Won't Ask You Again!

"Hollis, I will hate you."

The man's fingertips quivered momentarily, yet he extended his hand, tenderly wiping the dense sweat from her brow. His deep-set eyes harbored an unfathomable complexity that Clarissa couldn't decipher. As she met his gaze, her heart—a heart that had long since numbed—was suddenly pierced by a familiar, bitter pain. She bit back a curse, wondering why