"Brother Barnes."
Gazing at the purple-clad young man in front of her, whom she dreamt about endlessly, Winnie Romero's pretty face involuntarily blushed, as if blood might drip from it.
Winnie, now with a beauty that mesmerized all, revealed a hint of shyness that made her look irresistibly charming—igniting an urge in others to hold her gently in their arms and cherish her.
"Winnie."
Wyatt Barnes smiled and looked into the eyes of the woman in red, his gaze filled with deep affection.
Now, when facing Winnie Romero, even Wyatt himself did not know what feeling surged within him, there was no longer that sense of unfamiliarity, but rather a feeling of closeness seemed to have flourished.
Yet, the feeling between lovers seemed to be still a bit short.
