Chapitre 57: Love Is Fleeting

Cruden vowed never to swear at and in front of Roselia. Something was haunting about her soft gaze and a curt smile that rendered him tongue-tied around her. He couldn't describe it. She brought out a side of him that he didn't know existed. Control. Restraint. Patience. Everything that he hated tolerating, he performed for her. Yet with her dark locks that tickled his arm and her brilliant emerald eyes, she thought he found her unattractive.

Bull. F*cking. Sh*t.

If appeal and attraction were human, it'd take the form of Roselia Tiberias. All she had to do was glance up at him, all naive and foolish as she had always done. Completely oblivious to how easily she drew him. Completely vulnerable for him to exploit.