One thing Ian took pride in was his ability to gain people's trusts. If Celine were to slowly trust him again...
He would certainly take his chance to get her in his bed, not just that, he would make her beg desperately for what she had done to him tonight.
"Celine..." Ian called lowering his voice his eyes looking earnest and pained, however when her eyes landed on him, there was nothing but a sharp glare of distaste in those blue orbs. He quickly realized she had told him not to call her by her name anymore.
He gulped nervously.
"Look, regardless of what happened to us in the past, you know I would never have done something so despicable to you right?"
Celine raised a brow quietly without saying anything.
"For five years I have hated myself, I go to sleep with pain right here." Ian patted his chest, his eyes showing deep emotions.
