A man like this was nearly perfect, like a god.
She really shouldn't have any complaints.
But as time passed, a sense of unease gradually grew within her heart.
When she was with Evan Willow, she felt as if her affection was one-sided.
It was a strange feeling; even though she held this man's hand, she felt he was far away from her. Too perfect, to the point of feeling unreal.
Did he truly love her?
Sometimes she would ask herself that.
But if not, how could a man tolerate a woman to such an extent? He almost spoiled her to the heavens.
Evan Willow took off his coat and handed it to a passing servant. His body carried the chill of the night breeze. Rosalie Hart reached out and took his fingers in her hand, feeling a slight coolness in the palm of Evan Willow's hand.
She looked up at his exquisitely perfect features; his goodness, like his appearance, was flawless, leaving no room for criticism.
"Why are you still awake at this hour?" asked Evan Willow.
