Ariana's POV.
My heart broke for Vincent. He looked so sad, and his beautiful eyes reflected pain and agony. He had something glinting between desire and hope in them. Like he wanted someone to end this misery and make him feel relief and solace, he was still in love with his deceased wife and was clearly visible on his face as he seemed lost in her memory for a few moments. Surprisingly, I was not hurt or hadn't felt bad when he confessed this. I was happy that he was such a sincere lover. Now I understand his hesitation whenever we came close.
He accepted that he liked me. So I was hopeful that maybe someday he would love me as much as he loved his deceased wife.
“Umm… I am feeling sleepy,” I yawned and snuggled more onto him.
He chuckled. “Finally! Mission accomplished. Go to bed, s
