Chapter 103 Hundred And Three

• My chest raised and fell. In the past, that man’s voice had made me smile, cry, moan, and bite my lips in ecstasy. Now, it filled me with different emotions. I felt protected, heard, and important. After everything I said and did, Desmond didn’t give up on me and kept following me to come to my rescue at the perfect time. Was he deranged or seriously in love with me?
• “Yes, I did. I called for your help,” I said.
• My eyes searched for a glimpse of him around the height of the great hall and ground level. The cold and warm air against my skin felt like him. I sniffed it, and it smelled like him, too. Desmond had a distinctly pleasant scent to him. It was incomparable, as I had never smelled anything remotely similar to it. The fragrance was as enigmatic as him.