Chapter 167 The Convent

"What nonsense are you spouting? My tears may be cheap, but not a single drop more will fall for him." Jessica tried to wipe the traces of tears from her face. If not for the aching in her chest, she wouldn't have let anyone see her cry. Charles's hands cupped her cheeks, lifting her face to meet his eyes, swirling with deep, unreadable emotions. He gently brushed away the tears clinging to her skin with the pad of his thumb. His voice was rough and possessive as he said, "I don't ever want to see you cry for another man again." Then he kissed her softly on her closed eyelids.