Chapter 125

Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Five

Jethro looked at Gemma with an earnest plea in his eyes, anxiety and tears welling up, his hands trembling as he gently grasped Gemma's hand. His hands were large, robust, with strong fingers and firm muscles, but they bore small scars on the surface. In contrast, Gemma's hands were delicate, smooth, and pale, a striking difference from Jethro's.

Using both hands, Jethro held Gemma's petite hand tenderly and softly. He was afraid of gripping too tightly, fearing that he might hurt her. He wanted to hold her hand, but he had to restrain his strength.

"I don't know when you started saying 'I'm sorry' like this," Gemma tried to pull her hand back, but she lacked the strength.

Seeing the man appearing agitated, with tears welling up in his eyes, made Gemma feel stunned. In the past, he would have been cold and walked away or made her regret making him uncomfortable. But now, Jethro abandoned his aloof demeanor and beseeched Gemma earnestly.

Gemma's gaze shi