Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 915

He stared at the petite figure with great interest.

He hadn't been in the same room with her for a long time.

This feeling was really good.

Henry suddenly felt peaceful and comfortable.

He was like an injured husband who returned home, and his wife went to find a medicine box to bandage his husband.

"My dear wife!"

The name inexplicably flashed through Henry's mind.

Wife!

If he proposed to her on the Mid-Autumn Festival, would she agree to be his wife?

What if she didn't agree?

“If you don't agree, I'll propose again!”

The scene of the proposal that day flashed in his mind.

Looking at her beautiful dress, he could imagine how beautiful and charming the dress she wore that day was.

Just like the dress he gave her last time.

This dress this time must be more beautiful and charming than the one last time.

He had met her for more than a month.

This could be counted as a flash marriage, wasn’t it?

“Oh, I suddenly want to give this engagement ceremony a name.”

"Let’s call it my charming wife during the flash marriage!"

The corners of Henry's lips lifted high as he thought about this.

Monique took a first aid kit and turned around, only to see Henry sitting on the bed.

She was about to say, "Didn't I ask you to sit on the chair? Why did you sit on the bed?"

Then she saw a strange smile on his lips.

It was a little evil.

He was a little demonic.

There was even a little bit of a silly.

But it was so breathtaking.

He reached out and pulled his hand with clear joints. His fingertips were a little cold, and with the cold temperature, they were transmitted to Monique's heart like an electric current.

Monique suddenly thought of the action of covering her feet with his other hand.

Her face turned red for no reason.

Monique quickly changed her movements and held his hand with her palm.

But then again, his hands were really beautiful, and his joints were clear and slender.

It was just like what was drawn in comics.

Henry didn't sit on the chair on purpose just now.

He deliberately sat on the bed because he had nowhere to hold on to.

She had to hold his hand.

In this way, they could sit together at a close distance.

She was really sitting very close to him now, so close to the unique sweetness and the light fragrance of bathing in him. They mixed together and kept drilling into his nose.

The hand she was holding was very soft.

The warmth of his palm reached his whole body like an electric current, making him feel refreshed and clear.