Warren insisted on walking Olivia to the roadside in the snow.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks. "I'll ask someone to bring the cream over. Varren …"

She looked up, wearing a hesitant expression. "Let's not meet each other anymore."

"Why?" His eyes were on her.

Biting her lip, she seemed like she had been put in a difficult position. "I'm afraid …"

"Of what?" He took a step forward to her.

"I …" Her cheeks heated, telling so much although she didn't blurt it out.

The cab slowed, and she mustered every ounce of courage in her. "I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you, so let's put an end to this."

Dust and snow swept up beneath her feet as she dashed into the car.

Once the door was closed, the driver stepped on the pedal, leaving Warren standing in the snow alone.

His eyes followed the car while his mind went blank.

He thought, "What did she just say? She likes me?"

How was he worthy when he had ruined her family?

Still, that didn't stop his heart from racing.

It was only