Sylvia loosened her scarf as she sat in the passenger seat, but she didn't take it off. As they drove, her mind wandered back to the movies they'd watched, and she quizzed Gabriel on the details. He answered each question with ease.

"You weren't paying attention, were you?" she asked in surprise.

"To what?" Gabriel replied, his voice even.

"When you kissed me. Were you just not into it?" she probed, her curiosity piqued by the fact that he knew plot points she couldn't recall.

He shot her a glance. "Can you get drunk on bubble tea now?"

She couldn't help but smile, turning her gaze out the window. She rested her cheek in her hand, looking out at the early morning streets of J City, her eyes soft with affection.

He pinned her against the wall, his tall frame casting a shadow over her, before leaning in for

eyes locked onto

was mischievous and playful, like she was before she turned seventeen, like a real little

Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

from her bun, letting her curls fall loosely around her shoulders, adding a touch of lazy charm. She wrapped her arms

as he undid

beside her, memorizing his strong features from his earnest brows to his nose, down to his thin lips. After a while, she gently

was going to be another clear, beautiful day. She settled at her Blythe writing desk on the balcony and opened a notebook. She crossed out "dinner" and "movie night" from the list in front of her, then closed the notebook after a thoughtful glance and

returned to the master bathroom, making sure the door was closed quietly behind her, so as not to wake Gabriel. As she washed her face, her phone suddenly rang. She answered in a rush, water droplets on her

before a warm, elderly voice came through, "Hello, dear,

Their phones were identical, and

held her breath for a moment, debating

man, not hearing her speak, gently prodded

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255