He wasn't oblivious to her detachment, nor had he never imagined that she would eventually leave.
Yet at this moment, he harbored a faint desire.
Perhaps, she wasn't as indifferent as she appeared on the surface.
If only they weren't outside, he would want to lower his head and kiss her soft cheek...
He didn't say a word, just quickened his pace, holding the person in his arms tighter.
The wind gradually subsided, and the drizzle thinned.
It wasn't long before they arrived at the familiar stone house.
The stone house nestled in a mountain hollow, backed by a rock wall, with vines crawling all over the front.
This was the dwelling he personally built for her, with her name carved into every corner.
Isaac Vaughn pushed open the door, gently set Seraphina Caldwell down first, and reached out to untie the strings of her cloak.
"Your face is wet from the rain. Let me wipe it for you."
He picked up a clean, soft Beast Skin from the side and squatted down.
