'I knew it. Mortimer and his fake aloofness. He was bound to get even with me.'
Holly Winslow felt his warm breath on her cheek and subconsciously swallowed. She tried to squirm down and slip out from under his arm.
But he only held her tighter. The boy's eyes lifted slightly. "Feeling guilty?"
He stared, unblinking, at her fair, blushing face, his own limpid eyes shining brightly.
At seventeen, Holly Winslow was the epitome of innocence—exactly the type of girl most popular with boys in high school.
Holly Winslow raised her hand as if taking an oath. "I didn't know Xavier Jennings would be there, really."
"From now on, you're not allowed to accept milk tea from him. If you want some, your husband will buy it for you." Mortimer Quincy's expression softened a little.
Holly Winslow nodded eagerly and added a condition, "And double-skin milk pudding, too."
'She was just too cute.'
