Zoe Pierce stared at him, stunned. After a long moment, she finally let out a soft "ah."
Chase Shaw lowered the hand that had been covering his face. He was bent slightly at the waist, but his head was tilted up, his gray eyes locked on Zoe Pierce as he repeated, "After Nathan Lockwood, choose me, okay?"
Last night, he had lost the initiative. Overwhelmed by fear, he had kissed and embraced her in front of everyone, and the look on her face as she crouched down had deeply tormented him.
One thing after another.
Waking from nightmares in the middle of the night, he found his heart still pounding with anxiety, unable to find any peace.
So much so that when Nathan Lockwood made his proposal, Chase couldn't even bring himself to speak.
"Zoe..."
Zoe Pierce didn't understand. She had already agreed to their arrangement, yet each of them was still acting so cautiously.
Both Nathan Lockwood and him.
