Chapter 82: Torrential Rain Approaches, Frightening the Youth.

The sound of the rain suddenly increased just as his voice faded, and the moment the downpour began, the umbrella above their heads also trembled faintly.

Rainwater streamed down her drenched forehead, over the bridge of her delicate nose, and off the tip, falling to the ground. Violet Don's face was pale as she looked at the man who had appeared before her.

Noticing the intensifying rain, he tilted the umbrella over her, exposing himself to the storm—

The rain charged at him until it blurred his vision, and he stared at the rain-drenched face before him, as if she were a haunting, youthful blur from a midnight dream.

Grayson Sutton had been holding the umbrella for a while, half of his body thoroughly soaked, and he continued to stare at Violet Don before finally cracking a smile, revealing his exceedingly handsome eyes—eyes so captivating that one might describe them as "precious." He said,