Chapter 745: Chapter 745: Do you insist on going against me?
Lilac Serval’s mind went blank, with only the recitation of a verse lingering in her ears.
A few seconds later, she averted her gaze indifferently.
“What’s so interesting about the tower that you dragged me here in the middle of the night just to see it, Brother McIntosh? You’re truly boring,” Lilac rested her head on her hand, her eyes devoid of interest, “I’m not interested in this at all.”
“But you’ve always been curious,” Charles McIntosh responded.
“Really? I don’t remember.”
“Little Lilac, do you want to get out of the car? I can take you for a walk.”
With that, his hand moved to her seat belt.
Lilac brushed off his hand, her face cold: “I told you, what’s so interesting about the tower? I’m not interested, could you stop annoying me? It’s the middle of the night, you may not be tired but I want to sleep.”
Charles’s face fell momentarily.
He did not balk, he restrained her hands with his right hand, leaned over, and unbuckled her seatbelt for her.
“If you’re tired, sleep. I’ll carry you.”
With that said, Charles got out of the car, walked around to the passenger’s side, and opened the car door.
The door opened to a gust of cold wind.
Lilac reflexively withdrew into the car, squinting from the cold.
Charles, however, wouldn’t let her hide. He took off his overcoat and wrapped it around her.
With a reach of his long arm, he lifted her from the seat and slowly walked toward the tower.
Lilac was not willing to comply, she kicked Charles: “Put me down, it’s so cold, have you lost your mind? Charles, do you dislike me so much that you have to be so contrarian?”
There was a thump sound as her high heel fell off her foot.
Her red high heel dropped to the ground, exposing her fair ankle in the air.
“It’s clear that you’re being contrarian,” Charles said calmly.
His hand tightened, pulling her closer into his embrace.
Lilac refused to comply, she freed a hand, aiming a punch at Charles’s face.
Charles tilted his head slightly: “Quit the fuss!”
“Who’s fussing?” Lilac fought harder, boxing and kicking with no particular pattern.
Charles was exasperated, but he would not let go.
He took a few hits to his abdomen without flinching, merely knitting his brows.
As they grew closer to the Picking Stars Tower, he strode up the steps, entering the tower from the entrance.
Inside the tower, it was warm, lit, entirely different from the outside.
Feeling the abrupt change from cold to warm, Lilac sneezed.
Charles, carrying her, walked to a chair and finally put her down.
“You sit tight, I’ll go get your shoes,” he instructed.
Turning around, he exited the tower to retrieve her high heel.
As soon as he left, the world seemed to quiet instantly, the scent enveloping Lilac’s nose disappearing in an instant.
She raised her head, looking at the spacious and solemn tower.
A very quiet place, and very simple, too.
There were murals in the tower, tables, and chairs, and also a wishing tree adorned with red ribbons.
When Charles came in, he saw Lilac gazing at the red ribbons with a vacant look.
Her appearance and demeanor hadn’t seemed to change in the past five years— still clear-eyed, beautiful, only her eyes had lost some of their vivacity.
He held her high heel in his hand, standing still for a long time.
His gaze landed on her face, not moving away for a long while.
Lilac was the first to sense his return, she looked up at him.
She stretched out her leg, leaning lazily against the edge of the chair, she tipped her chin up, “Put my shoe on for me!”
Her pale, slender ankle peeped out from beneath her orange dress, rather enticing.
“You’re quite good at ordering people around,” Charles walked over to her.
“You dragged me here in the middle of the night, can’t I order you around a little?” Lilac replied, acting as though it was the most natural thing in the world.