Chapter 77

Raymond noticed the warmth in his palm suddenly disappear, and for some reason, his heart felt empty too. 

His deep eyes couldn’t help but fall on his own hand, which was paused in midair. 

The cool temperature and the soft touch from just now disappeared. 

The long lashes fluttered twice, and Raymond hid the darkness that flashed in his eyes. 

But that long-lost touch just now made his quiet heart start to stir. 

His hand dropped to his side, but his fingertips pinched and rubbed, like he was trying to catch something. 

The temperature in the hotel went up.