Chapter 54 Fifty Four

• Desmond wasn’t a chatty spirit. On the way to Elaine’s house, he occasionally remarked on something we would see on the road. He didn’t say anything flirty, sexy, or romantic.
• The problem was his affectionate gaze. His eyes carried so much love, warmth, and expectation. If possible, I would have taken a picture to show Elaine as proof that he wasn’t like the others. Since those profound emotions only reflected in his eyes when he looked at me, Elaine or any other person wouldn’t feel their intensity.
• In my heart, I believed and hoped that my incubus would pass all of Elaine’s tests. Desmond loved me. It showed through his every word and action. The security I felt in his presence was enough evidence of his soothing and selfless love for me.