Pello felt that Su Ziceng already knew everything, but apart from the good morning kiss she had demanded, she did not talk about other matters. She did not ask about Wen Maixue or the truth behind Count Olson's death. Instead, she just smiled sweetly at him; in her eyes, there was only trust. As long as he said it, Su Ziceng chose to believe it all.
It seemed that the avalanche had not only helped him get rid of Count Olson, but it had also removed the barrier that had always been between them.
"As you wish, my queen," Pello said with a low laugh. His good morning kiss did not land on Su Ziceng's forehead but chose to linger on her lips, more enticing than a rosebud, with a faint sweet scent.
After stepping out of the hospital room, Pello sat in front of the Nice police, his eyes still carrying the excitement left by the kiss, as innocent and pure as the hospital behind him.
