Gem Atkinson looked down at her, his dark eyes like a lake shrouded in thick fog.
"Gem Atkinson."
"Whether you know this identity or not does not affect our feelings for each other."
"But..."
"Viola, I'm a soldier."
A soldier?
Hadn't he already retired?
Forsythia Brown pursed her lips.
Gem Atkinson lay down, pecked her lips gently, and said, "Sleep. I'll take care of everything. Don't worry."
She was also half a soldier.
A soldier had their duties.
Soldiers obey orders as their bounden duty.
The fact that he told her he was a soldier was already very good.
Asking further would be a big offense.
She could avoid making things difficult for him by not insisting on knowing his specific identity, but...
"Gem Atkinson, do you plan to shut me out again?'
