Kingsly held Rachel close with one arm while pushing the stroller towards home.
The wind rustled the leaves, scattering them gently through the garden.
In this tranquil afternoon, walking hand in hand with the person she loved along this serene tree-lined path, Rachel felt as if the whole world was quiet and peaceful.
Suddenly, Kingsly spoke, "I'm happy, Rachel."
Rachel looked up. "Hmm?"
She saw his usually stern face soften, an expression she rarely saw except in the bedroom.
"There will be no more misunderstandings between us." Kingsly stopped walking, letting go of the stroller and wrapping his arm around Rachel's slender waist.
The warmth of his hand conveyed a sense of fulfilled possession. Rachel gazed at him affectionately, her voice tinged with apology. "Kingsly, what I told Ann just now, I was lying to her."
"I know."
Rachel was slightly taken aback, looking into Kingsly's deep, pool-like eyes.
