If Lorraine Hughes knew the mysterious box Emily Cowell prepared contained this, she'd definitely fight her on the spot.
But clearly,
there was more to it.
Only to see Nathan Bolton pull out a smaller box from the big one, and once it opened.
The contents sprang out.
They were all small blocks, packed tightly, and two fell out instantly.
Lorraine Hughes and Nathan Bolton were once again stunned.
Only to see Nathan Bolton pick them up and put them back, his fingers hooking a piece of black lace, raising his eyebrows, "You like it?"
"No, I don't."
"Whatever you like, I like."
"No, no, no, I really don't like it."
Nathan Bolton stepped closer, "I've been too busy lately, haven't taken good care of you, that's my fault as your husband."
"Huh?" What does he mean, why does it not sound like a compliment?
"Making my wife so tired, that's my fault."
"You..."
"I'll take you to put it on, let me see, okay?" Now that it's delivered to the company, how could he still hold back!
