Chapter 59

The Fated Mate

He saw tears streaming from her eyes and wetting her face. She was beautiful. She should hear these words—every day.

Her eyes were like bright sunshine, making her face radiant and brilliantly shine. Her face was not carved, certainly not in haste, but slow—with patience and with grace. It showed sculpture.

The words failed him. It failed him to tell her how much he loved her and how beautiful she was. His heart broke to see her tears cascading down like that. It hurt him to hear her sobbing in the palm of her hands like that.

She finally suppressed the tears and sucked in a huge rush of air. It didn’t do much to calm her, but she felt slightly better. She raised her bloodshot eyes and settled on his.

His eyes bore into hers, and it was the most enticing thing she’d ever seen. It was pathetic how just a