Chapter 68
- Isabelle’s Point of View:
- I took a deep breath as I stared at Achilles. He looked so pretty in his messy hair which fell on his forehead as perfect as they could, his beautiful eyes so innocent and lovely, just the most beautiful thing I had ever seen—and his perfect lips. His expression was fragile, and delicate as he looked at me with calmness.
- “Achilles?” I asked as he didn’t say anything.