Chapter 187. His Permission

"Yes Sh-sherry?" she managed to say

At this, he opened his eyes, pulled away from her, and probed his eyes into hers. His eyes slightly narrowed, and her hands, which were resting on the bed, rolled into fists. His stare was becoming intense, making her feel colder with every passing second. Instead of matching his gaze, she looked down, her chest heaving up and down.

She kept staring down, and when she briefly flashed her eyes up, his gaze was still fixed on her.

"Little lady," he finally uttered. "You were pretending to sleep?"

She quickly shook her head.

"I love to kiss you when you lie," his voice subtly darkened.

"I'm-s-s-sorry..." she stammered.

"Hmm. Why were you pretending to sleep?" He questioned, playing with her tresses as she looked down at the comforter.

"I'm... sorry," she whispered.

His thumb slid to her chin, gently tilting her head to make her look at him. Her eyes connected with his, and he saw the tears in her