We Got Love, The Crazy Kind

Chapter 57 His Gaze

Liam cleared the mess on the table himself. It was not his style to leave the leftover and used dished

behind.

After the clearing. The dizziness worsened. Liam frowned and washed his face in the bath room.

What was wrong with him? Strained from overworking? The sickness was on the rise.

Overpowered by the wired heating dizziness, his heartbeat accelerated.

For some reason, a glance of an open door of lured him in. It was Amber’s room, organized and empty,

all her little personal gadgets were gone. The wardrobe was yet to shut properly.

He opened it, only to find all the clothes he bought for her were left in good trim, brand new with the

labels intact.

Liam signed. Suddenly, a little wad of fabric caught his attention.

It was a sky blue night gown, worn and faded after repeated washing. Running his fingers through this

shabby dress, Liam was stung by a sense of loss.

It must be hers… left behind at the corner of the wardrobe.

Liam was caught—spellbound. He lowered the head to rub the fabric against his cheek. Oh, it was as

soft as skin and smelt good. Hard to tell this delicious smell came from the laundry detergent or the

body of someone on his mind.

He took a sharp intake of breath, the smell ignited a hot drive all the way down to somewhere dark and

deep in his belly.

Liam was never lustful. Even in his prime age, except for Mia, he had never touched any party girl.

How could a sleep gown of Amber turn him on like this? What the hell was that?

Something must be wrong ever since the dinner.

Suppressing the rising hot desire and chilling disappointment, Liam rerunning every retail of his meal.

Damn it! Mia must have made some funny business, probably with the wine or the ice cream.

His gaze hooded, eyes darkening, Liam was mesmerized by the powerful urge. He could hardly stop

himself from rubbing his erection with the sleep gown.

Scalding hot with desire, his body was screaming for a woman’s body to quench the cravings. Almost

paralyzed by the need, Liam staggered towards the bath room, trying to distinguish the unwelcome lust

with a cold shower.

When Amber knocked at door, Liam just finished his cold shower, considering to have the second one

as the cold water failed to cool him off at all.

In dizziness, the doorbell somehow struck him as welcome surprise. Amber Currie! He had not seen

her for three days. He hurried to open the door, forgetting about decency.

Amber was thrown how Liam looked.

Oh, god! What was wrong with this man? Pale on face and darken in eyes, wet and glistening from the

shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

For some reason, Amber glanced down at his erected crotch. Holy shit! What was wrong with him! It

was so embarrassing!

“Stay here!” Liam clamped her wrist.

Dragged back into the door, Amber snapped at him with an angry gaze: “What is your problem?”

Mesmerized by her pink flash and pursed lips, Liam ran his thumb across her lips. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Holy fuck…Totally thrown, Amber stared at him in fear and stepped back all the way against the door.

What the hell was he going to do? His gaze was terrifying.