William Griffith didn't make a move, not wanting to claim her under these circumstances. He knew that she still had many things to figure out in her heart.
After releasing her, William Griffith watched her still resting on his waist, letting her look at him while he gently touched her skin. He said in a deep voice: "Cherish, the man you thought of at dawn was me, not Daniel Peacock. That makes me very happy."
Cherish, always Cherish. Before he met William Griffith, no one had ever called her by this nickname. It was his unique way of addressing her.
It sounded charming, and Cherish Turner liked it a lot.
"I don't miss him that much." She mumbled, strictly speaking, she rarely thought of Daniel Peacock these days, but thoughts of William Griffith increasingly occupied her mind.
William Griffith pinched her face, praising, "Mmm, our Cherish is very good."
For some reason, this simple sentence made Cherish Turner laugh from the bottom of her heart.
