Looking at Julian Keaton like this, Cecilia Lynch's nose felt a twinge, her eyes brimming with moisture. She held back her tears resolutely, but her vision grew increasingly blurred.
Julian Keaton was always like this.
Whenever she was sick or in pain, the most frantic and distressed person was definitely him.
He would scold her while taking care of her, wishing he could do everything for her so that she wouldn't feel a bit of fatigue.
He treated her so well that perhaps no one else in the world could compare, yet she couldn't bear the grace of his kindness.
She was greedier than he imagined.
Greedy for much, much more.
With the check in her pocket, Cecilia Lynch couldn't imagine how Julian Keaton would react once she took it out.
"No need to feel too grateful." Julian Keaton raised his voice, planting a light kiss on Cecilia Lynch's lips, "Cece, how about we order ten meat dishes this time?"
His half-joking tone was filled with dense affection between his brows.
