But he always had an ascetic face, clearly enjoying her initiative, yet always pretending as if he was at a loss, wanting her to compensate for mental distress.
A year had passed.
A whole year had gone by.
He was almost forgetting how she used to cling to him, trying every way to kiss and hug him, acting spoiled as much as she could.
Until just now, when she held his face in her hands, he was completely stunned.
For the first time, he was forcibly kissed and had no reaction at all.
He thought they had gone back to the past, until she turned her head, looking for a reporter at the roadside, and he then realized he was overthinking it. She still didn't know that everything tonight was just an act.
An act he had arranged just for her.
"I'm full." Emma Aiden had finished both baskets of steamed dumplings, patting her little belly, and looked up at him contentedly.
