Leah stumbled a bit, her body swayed but was swiftly supported by the man.
During the late spring season, she had just bathed, her skin was smooth like satin, the man's hot palm held her arm, feeling somewhat restless, he asked hoarsely, "Did you fall down?"
Leah stepped back, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, looking at the man who didn't resemble a prestigious Major General at all, she said coldly, "Have you always known my identity? Did you approach me on purpose?"
Richard Shaw noticed her guarded expression, his tea-colored eyes lowered as he spoke deeply, "That day I took Little Ze to the Mausoleum Site to pay respects, and after our chance meeting, I learned your identity. I am no longer the Army Major General I once was, I don't want to meddle in the Golden Triangle and Military District affairs. I moved into your home with a purpose, simply because you look like my wife."
The last sentence was spoken with deep affection.
