Dara couldn’t imagine why Jiyong was so upset. He looked ominously angry ; initially she’d believed he was furious with her.

But no … Gazing up at him, she saw dark shadows of regret in his eyes, and she couldn’t believe that emotion like that could be feigned. The grip of his hand on her chin was incredibly gentle, the caress of his thumb ov er so light it made her skin tingle.

Past experience warned Dara to be wary . But another part of her wanted desperately to believe in this man. May be it was the gentleness with which he touched her or the remorse she read in his eyes, or perhaps she was just tired of feeling afraid.

She only knew that the warmth of his strong fingers on her skin made her feel safe. Wonderfully safe.