Natalie Niles gently hugged him. Every time he humbled himself at her feet, allowing her to trample him, she never once had the heart to step on him.
She was deranged, her conscience was lost, yet she simply didn't want to hurt him.
She slowly caressed Connor's chiseled and handsome face, softly saying, "Fool."
Connor loved when she touched him like that, loved when she spoke like that. He held her for a long while before reluctantly letting her go, gathering the dishes to wash them in the kitchen.
Natalie just stayed right by his side, inseparable, like a girl hopelessly in love, clinging to her boyfriend.
Connor enjoyed this fleeting moment of bliss, knowing that she might change again tomorrow.
After tidying up the kitchen, he carried her back to the bedroom, held her in his arms, and they together flipped through the album Isabella Weaver gave them.
"Which one do you like?"
