Looking at the small figure curled up on the floor, Jean Reginald felt a mix of heartache and joy. He set down the fruit knife and walked over.
Jean squatted down, opened his arms, and pulled her petite form tightly into his embrace. "Promise me you won't hide from me anymore. Even if loving you means we're going to Hell, then I'll go with you."
His resolute words, brimming with a tenderness as vast as the ocean, seeped deep into Cecilia Ashworth's soft heart.
"SOB... SOB..." Cecilia Ashworth wept quietly. She slowly reached out her hands and finally wrapped them around Jean's waist. "You're awful! Why did you have to pressure me? And you scared me!"
Her choked accusation came from within Jean's embrace, but it only made his smile grow wider.
'He knew he had won. He had won the treasure in his arms.'
