Mechelle pov
In places like Paris, life wasn't easy for me as a single woman raising a child, attending school, and working part-time after school. Even though Shelly offered to help, I politely declined. At that time, I just wanted to rely on myself to get by. Fortunately, Marc and I both managed through those difficult days.
Harrison's smile was as gentle as jade, his eyes not hiding his affection for me at all. He said, "Mechelle, if you say that, it really feels too distant. I really like Marc, genuinely like him. Being kind to him isn't because of you. You and Marc are two separate individuals. I love him, and I love you."
"Thank you," I replied with a smile. "Cheers!"
"Cheers!" Our two glasses clinked lightly, making a crisp sound, one concave and one convex. I focused on the man in front of me, feeling a bit blurred.
