"Can you kiss me?" Julion Johnsons was really pushing his luck now.
Ella Lacey had already boarded the bandit ship and it was too late for regrets.
Strangely, Arthur had been silent all along in the back and hadn't pinched her thigh to signal her anything.
She had no choice but to follow her heart, lifted her veil, puckered her lips, and kissed Julion's clean, handsome cheek for the first time.
The pure and innocent scent of the little man was overwhelming.
It instantly reminded her of a certain president who seemed to possess the same aura...
"Thank you, Ella Thompson," Julion rarely smiled.
It was the kind of smile that wasn't just superficial but radiated the feeling that he was happy, very happy...
Winny Johnsons, in the back, watching their frequent interactions, felt like her lungs were going to explode.
She couldn't understand at all.
What was with Julion after all?
She was his aunt, after all!
