His tone carried a familiar affection, the low and husky voice whispering tenderly as if by her ear.
Scarlett Yates was already dizzy from the collision, and when she looked up, she was struck by the soft, gentle light in his eyes, making her heart race faster and her dizziness worsen.
After a moment of daze, Scarlett Yates slowly came to her senses.
It's fake, everything is fake.
A voice in her heart kept telling her loudly, Scarlett Yates, don't forget, you're just acting.
No matter how good he is to you, it's still fake.
Alice Green was right; he's just taking revenge.
Thoughts gradually returned to her mind, and her head began to clear, the suddenly accelerated heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
While figuring out some problems, she also felt a faint sense of loss.
An inexplicable loss, not knowing where it came from.
