With all of these read, Angeal slowly stole her phone away from Devin. Also hearing her sigh, Devin looked at her, arching a brow at her.
"What's wrong?"
Angeal didn't answer. With her eyebrows slowly knitting together, she shook her head, giving Devin a small smile instead.
"Nothing."
"Oh, Angeal…"
Devin immediately knew what she is worrying about. He noticed that there are some parts of the article that they don't have, making her question about the love that he has for her and the kind of relationship that they will have.
It's childish for Angeal to believe on something like this, but who could blame her?
She's too innocent despite for her age—like a kept woman even though she had experienced being in a relationship with someone else.
"You know, Angeal," Devin started, letting out a small sigh. "You don't have to feel bad about this, because love language differ per couple."
"Love language?"
