She came out and saw him standing at the door.
She felt she had someone to rely on at home.
"Why aren't you looking at me?" Adrian Zhekova appeared in front of Cindy Clarke before she knew it.
By the time Cindy reacted, his slipper-clad feet were in her sight, accompanied by Adrian Zhekova's low and soothing voice.
Just as Cindy was about to raise her head, Adrian leaned down, bringing his smiling face right up to her eyes.
He kissed her.
"I was afraid that after leaving, you wouldn't own up to anything," Adrian chuckled, "You still remember, right?"
"Yes," whispered Cindy, "I never intended to forget."
"Hard to say, you do have a history of it," Adrian laughed lightly as he took her hand.
Attracted by his words, Cindy didn't notice his actions.
Unwittingly, her hand fell into his palm.
"What history do I have?" Cindy was genuinely baffled.
Little did she know, her mobile phone would reappear before her eyes.
It was the old mobile she had shown him earlier.
