Chapter 6

In the evening, I found Thomas in the study when I got home.

He was wearing glasses, looking refined and handsome.

I leaned over his shoulder from behind, “Busy all this time?”

“Almost done.”

He squeezed my hand, “What did you buy?”

“Didn’t buy anything, just had dinner.”

He frowned, “Dinner took so long?”

“Chatting, you know, once women start talking, it never ends.”

He usually just laughed off these things, but this time he unusually asked another question, “What did you chat about?”

Now it was my turn to frown, “Since when are you interested in these things? Is it because you find Amelia attractive?”

“What nonsense?” He put on a stern face, “I ask because I’m interested in everything about you. Of course, if you don’t want to say, that’s fine.”

“It’s nothing, just Amelia talking to me about her first love.”

Thomas was silent, his back of the head facing me, so I couldn’t see his expression. I just recalled the conversation with Amelia and recounted it to him without embellishment, finally sighing, “That man was really good to her.”

Thomas remained silent, pulling me onto his lap.

His cheek pressed against my neck, “Am I not good to you?”

I deliberately teased him, “Would you roam the streets in sub-zero temperatures looking at trees to find a ring for me?”

Thomas was stumped, and after a long pause, he retorted sarcastically, “I can only say that person was truly foolish to do such a thing.”

“Oh my, you actually insult someone!”

Thomas had never privately criticized anyone, especially someone he didn’t even know.

I saw him pull a slight smile, his hand slipping inside my collar, seemingly unsatisfied after a while, he lifted me and carried me to the bedroom.

He said, “You’ve seen all my crude sides, haven’t you?”

Me: “…”