The elevator climbed all the way up to the eighteenth floor, the two of them holding hands under the watchful eyes of surveillance.
"Master Bolton, won't you invite me in for a cup of tea?" Lorraine Hughes asked him softly.
Nathan Bolton looked at her suspiciously, as if he couldn't believe these words came out of her mouth.
She always mercilessly locked him out of her house!
Why the sudden change...
"If it's inconvenient, I'll just go home, wash up, and sleep."
"Belle, say that again," Nathan Bolton said, pulling her into his arms as they held hands.
"I was momentarily possessed, don't take it seriously."
"I heard you."
"Then why ask me to say it again?"
"..."
Nathan Bolton was at a loss for words.
Ding—
The elevator doors opened, and Nathan wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her out.
Directly to her doorstep, his finger pressing on the code lock.
"Aren't we going to your place?"
