White Palmer extended his hand to grab the swaying hand before his eyes. "Viola."
"Hmm."
"Can we not bring up the past? If we do and end up facing the stark truth, we might not even be able to remain friends. So, it's better to remain friends." He decided to bury that childhood affection deep down in his heart, never to be mentioned again.
Understanding that White Palmer was yet to overcome that hurdle, Forsythia made a zipping motion with her hand, saying, "Okay, we won't talk about it."
"I heard that you were injured while saving a little girl?"
"Hmm."
"The press covered the story extensively. My mother said that you did a wonderful job, truly deserving to be an assistant at the Charity Foundation. In a couple of days, once she feels better, she plans to come visit you with the Foundation's team."
