Chapter 64: Chapter 63: How He Killed Me

His lips were inviting me to respond back when I did it. I was really a hypocrite to even answer his invitation.

But this was way better than allowing him to listen to his words.

Seven years had already passed yet that scene made me remember how Desmond kissed her. How he pleased her was the same thing he usually did to Hazel.

That made me irk and halted kissing Desmond. He had a look of confusion when our eyes met. Hearing our labor breaths, he knew that he wanted the hungry kiss we exchanged but as soon as he saw my expression, he had a look of horrifying right now.

It was a cold facade. The same expression when I felt disgusted with him.

"Seraphina—" He was about to raise his hand to brush his chuckles against my cheek when I spoke.