Chapter 91: Paris Wants Maria, So He Will Set Things Right
Paris's heart sank a little.
“There is someone,” he silently concluded. Her reaction spoke louder than words.
Had someone told her that she could be read like an open book?
If Paris wasn't disappointed, he would have laughed at the thought.
Those emerald eyes dropped down. Then, slowly, the ravishing beauty nodded.
The prince closed his eyes and took in another long deep breath to steady his rising anger.
He wanted to ask, “Who is it?” but he ran out of chances.
When he opened his eyes, they were dead serious.
"Give me a chance."
Maria's face shot up. Her eyes widened further.
Panic had consumed her.
If this was Sarkon, she would have no doubts about what to say or do.
But this was Paris, not Sarkon.
She was completely clueless.
Paris leaned forward and grabbed her soft hand. Squeezing it slightly, as he had earlier with her shoulders, he gazed into her eyes.
"You won't regret it."
This time, Maria didn't back away. She kept her hand in his grasp.