Enduring with difficulty.
Only when it concluded did she finally breathe a sigh of relief, weakly leaning against him, her sweat-drenched forehead pressed against him, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.
"Auntie Susan isn't here, is she?" she guessed, already having the answer in her heart.
He, being such a composed person, cared about propriety. His unrestrained behavior earlier must mean he had already asked Auntie Susan to leave while she was unaware.
He didn't respond for a while, which was telling.
"You say I'm bad, but you're the truly bad one." she murmured.
Keane Lowell chuckled softly, glanced down at her, kissed her lips, and coaxed her: "It's just the two of us this time, I'll be gentler."
Claire Prescott felt it.
As he opened the drawer, she genuinely understood what it means to say that a man's heart is unfathomable.
