Chapter 1570:
Jeffry’s expression faltered.
“Why aren’t you leaving?” Didn’t she despise the sight of him? All this time, he had kept himself in the shadows—only visiting when she was asleep, or watching from a distance downstairs—never daring to intrude.
Was she staying out of sympathy? Or because he’d been wounded while saving her life?
Masking the ache in his chest, Jeffry blurted, “Saving you was my choice. You don’t owe me anything, and you shouldn’t feel trapped here because of it.”
Even though Jeffry wanted nothing more than to keep Lydia close, his feelings for her ran deeper than his own desires. More than anything, he wanted her to find happiness.
After those words left his lips, he lowered his gaze, trying not to let her see the sadness in his eyes.
There was a time when Lydia would have left the moment she heard something like that. This time, she did the opposite. She didn’t just stay—she stepped closer, leaned in, and softly pressed her lips to his cheek.
“Jeffry, I’m not leaving.”
For a moment, that gentle kiss hardly felt real. Shock flashed in Jeffry’s eyes as he looked up.
“You…”
He couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. Lydia had kissed him. She had even promised she wouldn’t leave.
A storm of emotions raged inside him as he watched her, holding himself back while searching her face for any hint of hesitation. If Lydia walked away now, he wouldn’t stop her. But if she wanted to stay, he would never let her slip away again.
His thoughts spun—and before he could react, Lydia reached up, cupped his chin, and pulled him into another kiss.
This time, her lips met his.
𝖂𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: ⲅⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝖼𝗈𝗺
“Jeffry, you can’t make me leave.”
After losing so much time, Lydia only wanted to trust her heart and silence the words he always said—the ones that made her want to run. Jeffry was the only person she had ever dated. Her kiss was simple and unpracticed; nerves made her clumsy, and she bit him by accident. Everything she knew about kissing came from him, yet she’d never truly mastered it.
When Jeffry tasted the faint tang of blood, he finally snapped back to reality.
Lydia was still kissing him.
That was all it took to set his world on fire.
He pulled her into his arms, taking over the kiss and drawing her closer, his lips and tongue seeking hers. His body ached with the kind of need that came from going far too long without her. Every nerve lit with hunger as he kissed her with deep, wild urgency, like he couldn’t get close enough. Warm hands slid up to cup her earlobes as he kept kissing her, only letting go when she was nearly out of breath.
When they finally separated, both of them were left breathing hard.
Desire burned in Jeffry’s eyes, and the careful restraint he usually maintained had vanished. His intense gaze never left Lydia.
“Lydia, do you know what you’re doing?”
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