Nathan Moore's heart tightened, and then he saw her lower her eyes and continue, "Really, all these years, I haven't been able to move on."
Olivia Zane's full lips slightly pursed, her drooping eyelashes trembling intensely.
She had firmly resolved to forget, but those unbearable memories still haunted her, unable to let go.
Nathan Moore furrowed his brows, his grip on the wine glass unconsciously tightened, his lips slightly parted, about to say "I'm sorry," when Olivia Zane spoke again, her fragmented voice burrowing into his ears like a whisper, unavoidable.
"I now suffer from a phobia of men, regardless of their age, I feel an irrational fear whenever they get too close to me."
