Just "dear"?
In David Redington's deep blue eyes, a hint of chill flashed.
He wanted to hear more than just "dear"; he wanted more.
But David Redington knew, that now Leslie Howard would never say the two words he wanted to hear.
Forget it, take it step by step.
No longer troubling Leslie Howard, David Redington gently kissed her lips and lifted the woman leaning against the door horizontally.
"Wait, David... didn't you say you were going to help me?"
Leslie Howard saw she was about to be tossed onto the bed by David Redington, and couldn't help but grab his collar.
Helping her, why throw her onto the bed, shouldn't he arrange for someone to clarify for her?
The man lowered his gaze, his deep eyes hiding an indecipherable gleam.
"What do you call me, hmm?"
Leslie Howard: "..."
This man, insisting she call him that, yet he keeps pushing his luck.
But under the eaves, one has to bow their head. Leslie Howard murmured, "dear."
