Chapter 8
Three days before going abroad.
Darrell and I quietly got engaged.
The day before going abroad, Alexzander suddenly called me.
“Sophia, tomorrow is my birthday.”
I was tidying up the boxes while casually responding, “Mm–hmm.”
You knew the place.”
Alexzander’s tone still carried a hint of weariness.
“The steps were given to you, it’s up to you whether to go down or not.”
I hadn’t even recovered my senses when the phone hung up.
Uncle came over and knocked on the door, “Sophia, Mr. Stuart came to pick you up for dinner.”
I busily responded with a sound and fastened the box.
I had already forgotten the phone call from Alexzander just now.
Because I had a long flight the next day, Darrell didn’t stay out too late to drive me home.
He drank a little wine during dinner.
When I got out of the car, he suddenly lightly grasped my wrist.
“Sophia.”
Darrell exerted a slight force on my hand, and I was pulled towards him.
He was enveloped in a rich scent of wine.
I was enveloped by the bitter scent of ebony and cedarwood, which was too close to me.
Unlike Alexzander, who was proud and arrogant.
Darrell had a unique scent that belonged exclusively to mature men.
I had a moment of confusion and infatuation.
Until Darrell lowered his head, a gentle kiss landed on my lips.
“Rest early.”
“Tomorrow, I will take you to the airport.”
He spoke, but then he reached out and gently rubbed my lips.
Chapter 8
When I was feeling embarrassed and awkward, Darrell suddenly whispered something in my ear.
“We, Sophia, truly live up to our name.”
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