Chapter 77

Caleb repeated Yasmin's name, his voice laced with an undeniable longing. Yasmin trembled, and a knot tightened in her chest. "Caleb, wake up!" she urged, gently tapping his face to try and snap him back to reality. After a moment, Caleb's eyes slowly fluttered open, locking with hers. His gaze was strikingly deep, but the drunken haze softened it, adding a rare tenderness to his usually piercing eyes. Despite this, his chiseled face remained emotionless, the coldness in his expression almost chilling. The contrast between his eyes and demeanor was enough to send a chill down anyone's spine. Yasmin flinched in surprise. Caleb had never looked at her like that before. But just as quickly, his usual indifference took over once more. He turned away, lifting Yasmin from his lap and setting her down beside him. Without a word, he reached for another glass of whiskey and downed it in one go. Yasmin was momentarily stunned by how effortlessly he moved her. She turned to him and asked,