In the end, the words tumbled out in a rush. Though she'd steeled herself for rejection, the thought of being denied in front of him sent a jolt of anxiety through her. Butterflies erupted in her stomach, and her throat tightened.
'He'll probably say no, as expected.'
However, why did the question even arise? Cesare, a hint of amusement dancing in his red eyes, let out a low chuckle.
"Are you asking me to hold your hand because you're scared?"
The question struck her. Holding his hand hadn;t even crossed her mind. She'd simply craved his presence, the comfort of him being there.
But wouldn't having his hand in hers be even better?
A shy smile, barely there, played on her lips as Eileen whispered, "Thank you…"
The words were barely out of her mouth before Cesare reached for her hand. His grip was firm, a surprising jolt that traveled up her arm, sending shivers down her spine. Eileen flinched instinctively, like a deer caught in headlights.
