Nathan Moore's heart tightened as he saw her lower her gaze and continue, "Really, after all these years, I've never been able to move on."
Titus Zane's lush lips pursed slightly, her lowered eyelashes trembling fiercely.
Despite her resolve to forget, the unbearable memories of the past still haunted her, unable to be cast aside.
Nathan Moore's brow furrowed tightly, his grip on the wine glass unconsciously tightening. His lips parted slightly, about to say "I'm sorry," but there, Titus Zane had already started to speak again; her fragmented voice entered his ears like a low murmur, impossible to avoid.
"I now have a phobia of men; no matter the age, if a man gets too close to me, I become irrationally afraid."
