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Stella just looked at him like a dumb statue and watched him taking a seat opposite her and sat there with much more confidence than her fake one.
"Don't gawk at me."
His words made her abruptly look down, facing her book and prying her eyes away from him.
"Uncle Thomas said that....that...." She was unable to speak out those words.
Talking about her marriage, all by herself needed much more guts than she thought.
"I want to talk about something else before."
She looked up at him, avoiding direct eye contact but still had her eyes on his face, waiting for what he has to say.
"Your hair..." He looked at her face, admiring the damp flick coming across her face and resting near her lips, somewhat enhancing her natural beauty in the dim lighted library.
"My hair. What's with them?"
Stella ran a conscious hand over her head but couldn't find anything which needed to be corrected.
Albert pushed his body forward from his seat and bent a bit over the table, making his hand go across the barrier and touching her soft creamy cheeks.
She inhaled sharply, stilled by his gesture.
His warm hands on her cold cheeks, made a jolt of sparks run through her entire body, making her nerves go crazy.
Albert gently roamed his fingers at the sides of her cheeks and tried to move the damp flick from her face.
Stella sat there in movingly, watching intently at his face, their proximity was like raising the temperature of the place.
Unwanted Mrs. Young
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