Cynthia's POV
I don't know why things turned out like this, I actually walked out of the door with him, he was so focused on me, I couldn't say a word of refusal.
I couldn't help but recall again the look on his face when he just gazed at me. His eyelashes were long and his eyes had an ocean of blue in them, as if starlight was refracting dazzlingly on the surface of the sea under the steamlight at night.
In fact, he was a little like Mr. Madison, but the sullenness of the old man's face was like the sharpness of the young, and it was easy to think of precious stones in the shop-windows, and to take a breath just by looking at them.
I was probably so bewitched that by the time I got to the garden, I was feeling regret inside.
"My mother loved this garden." He suddenly said, while gent
