"Brother Roy, are you getting nervous about me?"
Roy Thompson looked down to see the woman's beautiful, radiant face beaming with warm smiles. His heart, which had clenched at her cry of pain, relaxed instantly. He then bent down to kiss the head that had bumped into his chin and sighed, "If I'm not nervous about you, then who should I be nervous about?"
"Misia!"
Even though Bianca knew full well that Roy Thompson had no such thoughts about Misia—after all, his behavior tonight made him seem much more heartless than her—as a woman who had waited silently for four years, Bella Gordon felt she had every right to be a bit unreasonable!
"If I really liked Misia, would I still be holding you? Baby, have a little confidence in yourself!" Roy Thompson couldn't help but find his girl extremely adorable tonight; to be precise, after four years apart, his darling had become even more enchanting, mature in both temperament and body, though that touch of pure kindness remained unchanged.
