At this moment, Kane Townsend couldn't possibly hear what others were saying.
Much less respond to Jace Pierce.
Jace Pierce added, "Not speaking means you're consenting."
His response was still silence.
Kane Townsend's furrowed brow revealed her pain.
Jace Pierce kept looking at her, wishing he could bear the pain for her.
He didn't get a response from Kane Townsend.
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and finally, he lowered his head, his movements gentle.
The girl's body temperature was low, her slightly pale lips also cold, worlds apart from his.
Given her state, Jace Pierce wasn't presumptuous, barely tasting.
Perhaps she really could shift her attention; at the moment he was leaving, Kane Townsend's hand reached up, using the last of her strength to push him.
Her bit of strength couldn't budge Jace Pierce, but Jace Pierce followed her force, moving from sitting at the bedside to lying down.
She naturally followed him down into his embrace.
