Cassius tossed away the coat and walked over to the bed. His actions stiffer than a wooden board. A hand ran through this hair, a sign of nervousness she rarely saw him do. The already messy hair became messier. How many times did he run his fingers through it?
"You'll go bald if you keep doing that." Primrose generously pointed out.
Cassius sat at the corner of the bed. Instead of running his hands through the bunch of hair again, he unexpectedly took Primrose's hand and started to knead it all over.
It was her left hand which has the ring. The silence was so suffocating that confrontation sounded like a better idea. At least they could finish it off with a couple of more arguments and he done with it rather than sitting and staring at each other.
Especially those amber eyes. They looked at h……
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