Violet Zimmerman pursed her lips again, lowered her hands, and opened the lid of the enamel basin.
Joseph Lancaster gazed at her in a trance, his youthful eyes following her movements, tightly gripping the earplugs, and his heart pounding wildly.
If he hadn't kept his mouth shut, the heart might have leapt out of his throat.
In his daze, a meatball was already brought to his lips, Violet Zimmerman looked at him, holding a spoon in her hand.
Perhaps the light from the chandelier above was too dazzling; at this moment, in Joseph Lancaster's eyes, Violet Zimmerman's almond eyes seemed soaked with dew, glistening, her lips curved elegantly, beautiful, yet he felt a pang of heartache.
"Sister-in-law..."
Joseph Lancaster murmured, inexplicably, his heart twitched, a feeling he had never experienced before; it wasn't excitement, nor fear, but genuine pain.
