Wyatt Wright held onto her hand, "Stop touching, we're at someone else's place."
"Well, the host isn't as old-fashioned as you."
Wyatt glanced outside the room, Sir Blackwood was not there, having walked quite a distance away. He kissed Rae Bennett's fingertips, then let go, stood up, and walked over to the wall of photographs to look at the old pictures.
"Wyatt."
He turned around, "Hmm?"
Rae Bennett, sitting on the sofa, called, "Wyatt."
He returned to her side.
"Why do you keep calling me?"
He had never been cold or indifferent, as if he would respond every time she called him.
"We don't have many photos together, let's have your senior brother take one for us," Rae suddenly suggested.
"Sure."
Wyatt went to fetch someone.
Sir Blackwood came over and asked how they wanted to take the photo.
Wyatt sat next to Rae Bennett, his hand resting on the back of the sofa, "Just casually."
