Bab 152: Thief?

Raising his chin up, looking at him with her tear-filled, dark sullen gaze she held her anticipated silence for a few seconds. Eric was intensely gazing straight into her eyes, owning his small sad smirk and crossing his arms over his chest.

"You do love him so much, don't you?" Watching her all mute, he repeated his words again.

"How...do you...know..." Her voice trailed off as if a surge of crying out aloud choked her throat.

"Look at the picture and monitor the smile you had on your face when you were with clicking the picture with him. From the moment you are here, I can't even see a glimpse of this beautiful wide smile on your face, Miss Ricci." He conversed, taking a deep huff of breath out, shrugging his broad shoulder. 

Holding a guilt-stricken expression on her face, she clenched her fist and lowered her eyes down from him. She was clutching her skirt on her lap, keep her quivering lips silent.