Chapter 69: Small Details in Life 3 Chapter 69: Small Details in Life 3 When Victoria Garcia woke up, she found Arnold Johnson standing in front of the French window in the living room, looking outside.
She couldn’t help but think of that scene from the night before, with his back facing her just like this.
What was he thinking about? He seemed so lost in thought.
So much so that he didn’t notice her approaching him from behind.
Just as Victoria thought this, Arnold turned around.
“Good morning.”
Victoria smiled sweetly.
“Good morning.”
As Arnold spoke, he walked towards her.
Naturally, he placed his hand on her forehead and said softly, “Hmm, your fever has gone.”
“Thank you.”
Victoria said.
Arnold smiled, “A ‘thank you’ isn’t just something you say with your mouth.”
“Then how do you want me to thank you?” Victoria asked seriously.
Arnold bent down consciously and brought his cheek close to her face.
The intention was clear: kiss me…
Victoria’s face instantly turned red, not knowing why she always blushed in front of Arnold, especially recently.
She smelled his breath again, still the same familiar scent.
She thought, kissing him couldn’t be that big of a deal.
But just as she was about to kiss his cheek, his face suddenly turned, his lips aligning with hers, and his hands reacting extremely quickly.
Her entire body was wrapped in his embrace, not allowing her any space to push away.
His kiss was passionate and gentle.
The tingling sensation tangled with her skin little by little.
As they kissed, Victoria felt a little dizzy.
Her mind spun, as if an unspeakable desire woke up deep inside her.
Unaware, her fingers somehow found their way into his hair, and by the time she realized, her fingers had traced down from his hair to his charming face…
So that’s the magical power of a kiss.
If it weren’t for Arnold pausing as he held her hand, she thought she might’ve offered herself to him without any resistance at that moment.
“Does it still hurt?” He touched the injured circle on her wrist, his eyes exuding a cold light.
Victoria shook her head slightly, softly saying, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Arnold led her to the couch and they sat down together.
Then, he took out two exquisite boxes, opening one to reveal a silver square-faced watch.
“Here, let me put it on for you.”
His hands were warm and dry, with a slight roughness unique to men.
After putting on the watch, the scars on her left wrist were just perfectly covered.
Then, he opened the other box, which contained a bracelet. Upon closer inspection, the camellia-shaped bracelet had a unique design and must have been worth a fortune.
The injury on her right wrist was lighter, so with the bracelet on, no one could tell she had been hurt before.
“As for your incident, no one in your school knows about it except for that old man who was guarding the gate,” Arnold explained in a low voice. “He has already returned to his hometown to live out his days.”