In the morning, when Stella Grace woke up, Jasper Milton was no longer by her side.
She saw that there was a note left on the table.
"I have something to do in the military, you should leave first. The breakfast is on the table. If it's cold, heat it up first then eat it."
Stella Grace looked at the note left by Jasper Milton and smiled.
His handwriting was strong, which was quite in line with his own tough image. The handwriting was also beautiful, sharp, and frank, it felt very powerful.
She stuffed the slip of paper into the Russian book.
Perhaps, the distance between her and Jasper Milton was still large, but she had always been improving herself little by little.
Learning from him, knowing what he knew, loving what he loved, perhaps, there would be more topics between them, and more time for her to stay with him.
