"...I had to separate from you... In these three years, I haven't had a girlfriend or come close to any woman..."
He paused, a wicked grin curling at his lips, a smile so dazzling and captivating, like sunlight piercing the heart.
He murmured close to her ear, "To be precise, it's been nearly thirty years since I've been with another woman. You're the first and will be the last. So, do you understand my feelings now?"
He grasped her hand and pressed it against his left chest. Mabel Doyle gazed blankly into the man's deep, bewitching eyes, the green hue serious and passionate.
Her chest tightened bit by bit, her watery eyes gathering mist, a suffocating feeling coiling in her heart.
"I understand, of course, I understand..." she nodded lightly, her voice somewhat choked.
"Since you understand, you should also realize my intention to take you home." Pulling her back, Bryan White rested his chin on top of her head, "Did you see the news this morning?"
