The man didn't hesitate, lowered his head, and kissed her.
Mabel Doyle couldn't help but want to laugh, covering her mouth with her hands, mumbling, "Bryan White, eat breakfast first, don't think about anything else!"
She forcefully pulled his hand away, stepped back a few paces, and busied herself with breakfast again.
This time, Bryan White really behaved, sitting down on a chair, leaning against the backrest, watching the busy figure of the woman.
At this moment, she was only wearing a loose home dress, a short off-white dress exposing her thighs. The woman's legs were fair and slender, and just these beautiful legs alone were enough to capture one's attention.
Bryan White squinted his eyes, feeling a wave of warmth surge within his chest. He reached out, his long arms scooping the woman into his embrace, letting her sit on his lap.
