Nina Sinclair and Julian Lancaster left the hospital.
Julian hadn’t driven over; they took a cab directly back to Nina’s apartment.
As soon as they got inside, Nina immediately started packing her things.
She was about to return to Veridia to start working again, and she had signed up for the election for the head of Elysian, which was going to start soon. After putting her clothes in the suitcase, she seemed to think of something, looked up at Julian, and asked, "By the way, where’s your luggage?"
"Left it at the hotel," Julian made up a casual excuse.
Nina nodded, "I’m going back to Veridia the day after tomorrow. Are you going back with President Lancaster or with me?"
A hint of calmness flickered in Julian’s eyes, "President Lancaster has already given me a vacation; I can accompany you back."
Hearing Julian’s words, Nina felt a surge of joy in her heart.
Being alone and having someone by her side felt very different; it was great that he could accompany her back.
She suddenly thought of something and commented with a bit of regret, "Oh, it’s a pity there’s not much time; otherwise, I could show you around Crestfall. You’re probably not very familiar with it since you’re always in Veridia, right?"
Julian nodded along with her words.
In fact, before meeting Nina, he spent almost half a month every month in Crestfall, so he wasn’t really a stranger to the city.
However, in front of Nina, he still had to keep this hidden.
Julian: "No problem, next time when there’s a chance, I’ll take you there."
Upon hearing this, Nina instantly broke into a big smile.
She and Julian had indeed never gone on a trip together, apart from that camping trip, they hadn’t had other chances to go out. The thought of going on a holiday just the two of them sounded simply wonderful.
Unfortunately, this wonderful feeling was always accompanied by an element of unrest.
After returning to Veridia, she must find a way to investigate and find out the boss behind Goldenleaf Manor!
Whether it was Vincent Lancaster or not, she wanted to know the answer.
Julian suddenly remembered how Nina addressed Joel Thatcher today, and his face darkened as he asked, "Why do you call Joel Thatcher ’Porridge’?"
Nina paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.
Laughing, she explained, "Because when we were kids, we used to give each other nicknames. He called me ’Little Lemon,’ so I called him ’Porridge.’ Now that we are grown-ups, it does sound childish. But I can’t quite change what I call him yet."
Julian, however, didn’t force Nina to change.
He hoped to have a nickname from Nina that would feel endearing.
Thinking this, Julian stepped closer, took Nina’s hand, and pulled her up, his dark eyes locked on her, "Nina."
"Wh... what is it?" Nina suddenly felt a bit uneasy.
What was Julian planning to do? ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet
She was enveloped tightly by Julian’s cool aura, and she felt a bit dizzy.
"Nina, you have such an intimate nickname for Joel Thatcher, what about me?" Julian asked softly.
Nina’s eyes widened, almost unable to believe what she just heard.
Was Julian asking her to bestow a name upon him?
So, he really didn’t show much expression today but was actually jealous of Joel Thatcher!
"What, what do you want to be called?" Nina asked with a guilty conscience.
"Anything, as long as it’s from you," Julian looked into Nina’s eyes earnestly, seeming as if he’d accept whatever name she’d think of.
"Uh..." Nina racked her brain.
Suddenly, two words popped into her mind.