The Billionaire's Regret
I think, even if I stare at her face until the time I die, I will never get tired of doing it over and over again.
"I love you, Pennelope," I whispered, pulling her body to mine even more, even though I was already clinging on to her.
She was using my right hand as her pillow while my left hand was caressing her face softly. Sometimes, I will run my left hand over her body. Both my legs are locking her, ensuring that she will not get out of my hold whatever she does.
Did I regret what I did in the past?
Yes. So much.
However, if I were to be given a chance to go back in time, would I change all the things I did and sacrificed?