The needle was finer than wool, almost invisible to the naked eye. When it pricked the skin, there was only a faint numbness, completely devoid of pain.
With Anthony Davis's hand resting on her shoulder, the Fake Mrs. Herd's attention wasn't focused there at all. She didn't even notice it, at most feeling a slight numbness in that place, which she dismissed. Looking up shyly at Anthony Davis, she said, "I miss you too. It's been so long since I last saw you…"
She lowered her head, that bashful expression not entirely feigned. She felt that as long as she raised her head and looked into those deep, gentle eyes of Anthony Davis, she would lose herself completely, plunging into them at any moment.
A man like this was simply unparalleled. She had never encountered anyone like him.
To possess the world, yet be so tender, so gentle to a woman—it was utterly irresistible.
