"Your home." Julian Johnsons stared straight ahead.
...
No further conversation.
In silence, they reached the doorstep.
Ella Lacey hadn't gone to rest yet. Seeing them return, she was both joyful and surprised, "Julian, so happy to see you again!"
"Me too, Aunt Ella." Julian maintained his gentlemanly demeanor.
"Come in quickly, it's late, and it's chilly outside."
Ella hurriedly ushered Julian into the garden courtyard, closely following his firm steps, completely ignoring her daughter left behind at the end. Fortunately, Isabella was used to such a mother.
They entered the living room.
Ella rubbed her eyes, scrutinizing Julian's perfectly chiseled and charming features, as if examining her future son-in-law, feeling more satisfied the more she looked, and said gleefully, "Julian, will you not be leaving again now that you're back?"
"Yes."
