Chapter 14

• She was so tiny when compared to his buff physique, her little shiny black head reaching to the muscular chest of the male. Whenever his palm rubbed the baby soft hairs in the past, Ares realized that her entire being was so delicate, even those calloused fingers when wrapped around her shoulder made the mafia prince afraid that if pressed harshly it might leave red finger scars on her pale skin.
• So when pearl-like tears escaped those glittering eyes without abandon as Rose cried trembling after her outburst, Ares felt heartbroken like a huge sin was committed by him to let those precious irises get misted over by salty tears. His warm palms cupped her face as she continued sobbing just like a dam of emotions that was obstructed for long by her will and determination broke free today.
• Ares pulled her closer resting his forehead against hers. Just like feeling the restlessness and terror from her form, his Rose has suffered so much and all alone.