Chapter 152
Yanals stood up and began clearing the dishes from the table.
Zinnia gazed at Yannis‘ beautiful eyes, lost in thought. She thought, I want to touch them.
hands
Would they still look this beautiful if I could hold them in my
Yannis reached for the dishes in front of Zinnia. Noticing her prolonged, intent gaze, he called out, “Zinnia.”
“Your eyes are so beautiful,” Zinnia said softly, admiration in her voice.
Yannis gazed into her crystal clear eyes, his own reflection shimmering in them. Sensing her interest, he asked softly, “So, Zinnia, would you like to touch
them?”
Zinnia’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she straightened up slightly. She asked, “Really? Can !?”
“If you want to, you can,” Yannis said softly, bending down and bringing his face close to Zinnia’s.
In an instant, the distance between them vanished. Zinnia stared at Yannis’s face up close and couldn’t help but marvel inwardly, He’s handsome”
“Go ahead and touch if you want, Zinnia,” Yannis said, amused by her unblinking stare. He thought, ‘She is like everyone else, yet somehow different.
Yannis knew his face was striking. After all, his mother, Grace, had once been hailed as the most beautiful woman in Jinston. His face was the perfect blend of Grace and James’s best features.
Every time James saw Yannis’s face, no matter how angry he was, he’d just scold Yannis a bit because he couldn’t bring himself to lay a finger on a face
like that.
Because of his face, countless women were attracted to Yannis. For a time, he despised his appearance, loathing the way people stared at him.
But Yannis felt that being stared at by Zinnia was different. Her eyes were crystal clear, without any trace of covetousness, obsession, or possessiveness. It was a pure appreciation of beauty.
Yannis watched as Zinnia’s fingers reached towards his eyes. His thick, long lashes fluttered involuntarily, and his breath hitched as he clutched the plate, his knuckles turning white from the strain.
Truth be told, Yannis didn’t understand why he’d said that. He’d always hated anyone touching his head. Whether it was the massage last time or letting her touch his eyes now, both had crossed his boundaries long ago?
Yet he kept making exceptions, unable to bring himself to refuse Zinnia.
The delicate skin of his eyelids quivered beneath her soft fingertips, his lashes fluttering like startled wings. Althis senses seemed to heighten.
He could feel her gentle hand tracing the contours of his eyes with unhurried precision, from the arch of his brow to the curve of his lashes, from the brow bone down to the hollow beneath.
Yannis could smell a sweet, delicate scent coming from Zinnia. It was light but intoxicating, utterly pleasant.
He lifted his gaze slightly, taking in the sight of Zinnia’s exquisite features. Her face was bare of makeup, her brows naturally defined, neither too thick nor too thin, her eyes round and sparkling with innocence, her lips naturally rosy. Every detail was perfect.
Yannis thought, ‘Even now, she’s still so young, yet her beauty already shines with breathtaking radiance. Who can imagine how stunning she’ll be when she fully blossoms?‘
“Your eyes are so beautiful,” Zinnia murmured, admiring not just their color but also their perfect shape. After she had her fill, she pulled back, her eyes crinkling with delight, like a satisfied kitten!
She thought, ‘I don’t want to keep these eyes for myself. They look best right where they belong, in Yannis’s face.‘
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Chapter 152
Yannis straightened up as Zinnia withdrew her hand, exhaling quietly in relief. Then he said, “Your eyes are beautiful too, Zinnia,
Yannis wasn’t lying: Zinnia’s eyes were truly beautiful. Just gazing into them could soothe anyone’s soul, making all the dark and wicked thoughts ratch deep within. Nobody could bear to let even a trace show in front of her, afraid of tainting those pure eyes.
