Chapter 41

It was the first time that fortuity or fate had brought them so close.

Her breath hitched as she sank into his eyes and was astonished by her reflection in his dilated pupils.

That closeness didn't only take Skye by surprise, but also Hector, who forgot how to breathe, and his heart was about to explode.

His burning eyes sank into hers.

They stood still, looking at each other, forgetting where they were and that they were not alone but with all the service staff of the castle present.

She dried the drool in her mouth, leaving it arid, and Skye unconsciously licked her lower lip. Hector's eyes trailed down to her lips and fixed on her juicy wet lips.

Her cheeks began to burn, and she struggled to fight it off.

Her lips parted to answer his question, but someone else's voice overtook her.

"Don't tell me you're going to kiss, because I already feel nauseous. I will throw up.” Donncha sneered and touched his stomach ostentatiously.

Skye jerked back, breaking eye contact, pressing her hand