Nolan lowered his head and kissed her cheek, "Don't worry, even without her money, your husband can still make you a rich lady."
Matilda Jenkins's eyes sparkled, and the smile at the corner of her lips made her little face as adorable as a sunflower that would never wither, always vibrant, always full of life.
"Sure, sure, my husband is the best!"
Nolan couldn't resist stopping, cupping Matilda's face, and leaned down to kiss her.
This little face made him feel constantly tempted.
How lucky he was to have this most brilliant ray of sunlight on earth.
Mrs. Morrison came out and saw the two embracing and kissing in the dark.
...
Soon, the day of Nicholas Morrison's burial arrived.
His tomb was selected according to domestic customs by a Feng Shui master, supposedly a good spot within the Morrison family ancestral tomb.
On the day of the burial, the weather was somewhat gloomy, but fortunately, it only rained lightly and never poured.
