He was good at hiding his emotions, as always.
But Lola Hussey still felt that his breath was a little disordered, and he was trying hard to control his emotions.
He touched her face, his fingertips brushing her cheeks, his palm wet with tears that had not yet dried.
"Don't cry, Lola, don't cry, baby, don't cry..." He approached her, wanting to hold her and comfort her. They hadn't said more than a few words, and she had been crying all this time.
Such a delicate crybaby.
"No more crying, okay? Good girl."
He has already controlled his emotions, moving closer to her face and gently kissing her wet, messy eyelashes.
Lola was still sobbing and choking.
Not until Ethan Ainsley said: "This is nothing. If one day I were to fall and never wake up, wouldn't you cry yourself unconscious?"
"Nonsense!"
The tears in Lola Hussey's eyes, provoked by his words, strangely stopped flowing.