Chapter 108 Each To Their Own

• Once again, the game of glances, where they spoke thousands of words without saying a thing. The unspoken body language, the small smiles, the hands casually brushing through hair or resting on arms, the subtle movements, the magical feeling of creating an invisible tension in the air that connected them. Daniel's blood was starting to boil, yet he still couldn't take a single step toward her.
• His expressionless face sent one message, but the fire in his eyes sent another. Deanna didn't understand-was it because of Beverly? Could her fear be true? That he no longer loved her? She bit her lip, hesitating. Why had he come, then? To show her that his love had died and that now he had another woman by his side, someone more suitable?
• Hours passed, but there was still no reaction from him. She felt her soul slipping away, the pain almost unbearable. She didn't know that he was on the verge of breaking, barely enduring the weight of that suit on her body, as if it were Leonard's hand marking the boundary he couldn't cross. That he wanted to rip it off, toss it to the floor, and cover her skin with kisses to erase Reed's imprint. To restart her body with his, as if she had never left.