Felix's gaze lingered on Fiona, an amused glint flashing across his eyes. "Looking at it… your eyes are also beautiful." His voice was calm, yet something beneath it carried a quiet intensity.
Slowly, deliberately, his right hand lifted, reaching toward her face. The space between them seemed to shrink, drawn in by an invisible force.
Fiona's breath hitched. Her irises trembled, fluttering like trapped butterflies, desperate to escape his gaze.
But before his fingertips could graze her skin, she snapped her head away, turning sharply toward the door.
"Don't think I'll fall for that," she said, her voice steady, yet laced with a tension she couldn't quite conceal. "No matter what you say, the answer is still the same. It's better you never bring up that matter again."
She strode forward, her steps hurried, not like someone merely leaving, but as though she needed to escape.
