From the beach to Ansel Balder's mansion, Daphne Tjia was speechless. They will live together. Ansel Balder took Daphne Tjia up the stone steps. The Mediterranean-style house has a natural white stone facade decorated with tiny lamps in front of it. The closer to the door, Daphne Tjia's heartbeat grew louder, almost ripping her chest cavity.
"Why are your hands icy cold?" asked Ansel Balder.
Daphne Tjia grimaced. Ansel Balder is like a seasoned actor. A moment soft, a moment overflowing. She didn't expect a man as calm as Ansel Balder to have such a big appetite. Daphne Tjia let go of Ansel Balder's hand to cover her red and hot face.
"Are we going to be together?" asked Daphne Tjia.
"Would you like to sleep at the orphanage instead?" provoked Ansel Balder with an amused laugh.
"No, no. Of course not." The fine hairs all over Daphne Tjia's body bristled. The kids always managed to give her goosebumps.
