Chapter 35: An Intimate Moment In The Clinic
To be honest, she had no idea how to react.
This wasn't the first time someone had looked at her like that, like she was the center of their world.
It wasn't even the first time someone had wanted something more, only to be met with her usual cold indifference.
That was the common complaint from her past lovers. Verena was too distant, too restrained. Intimate only when necessary, like it was a chore rather than desire.
In a society where love was measured in touch, devotion, and undivided attention, she had always felt like an outsider. Passion, for her, had never burned the way it did for others.
She didn't crave closeness. She didn't need it. She didn't understand it.
And yet, they always mistook her detachment for a lack of love.
But she had loved them. Truly. Deeply. Just... not in the way they wanted.
"There you go with that look again..." Evelyn murmured, her voice laced with something between fondness and frustration. "I know that look. The one you give when someone tries to be intimate to you."