Emily glared up at him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her anger still burned brightly, but her exhaustion made it harder to resist.
Nicholas remained silent for a moment, his fingers brushing lightly against her face as he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Emily’s body stiffened, her breath hitching. She forgot to struggle, her gaze locked on his, caught in the intensity of his eyes.
He let out a long, exhausted sigh, as if summoning the strength to speak.
“I know you don’t believe me,” he began, his voice quiet but steady. “No matter how much I’ve tried to explain, you always doubt me. But that doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying. If I have to tell you a million times, I will.”