67 Chapter 67: Wonderful Dinner (1/2)

The girl's nose touched his. Kylie was dumb enough to kiss the tip of his nose, on her own initiative. The man smiled, shaking his head, then kissed her forehead in return.

He said lightly: ”Turn around.”

”Turn… Turn around?” Knowing that she was thinking too much, Kylie blushed. Couldn't he say that in a normal way? He had been so close to her that she had misunderstood!

Kylie turned around. There was an infinity pool on the other side of the living room; its surface was as still as a mirror, without a single ripple. Nothing else… ”What am I looking at?” Kylie turned her head back.

But she hadn't realized how near the man's head was to her shoulder so that when Kylie turned, she brushed him with the tip of her nose.

He had glorious smooth skin, and Kylie could smell the faint scent of shower gel. Before Kylie had time to feel embarrassed, she was directly pressed into the couch.

Ethan bent one knee onto the couch, then came at her with all of his weight, holding her waist tightly with one hand, while the other hand lay on the back of her head.

”It's you who started this,” the man said. His voice sounded horny, and the storm of his kisses rained on Kylie's face, neck, and…

Having been kissed several times that day, not only were her lips sore, but Kylie believed that her boobs would explode because of how swollen they felt.

The man bit her once when he sensed that she was distracted. ”Ah!” Kylie held his busy head. ”Stop it, and I have to be on the show in a few days…”

But Ethan ignored her.

Suddenly, a pink hue spread over the room, then faded away when Kylie came back to her senses.

Ethan raised his head, wiping his thin lips with his hand, and pulled Kylie up from the couch. The man was holding her hand and led her to the side of the infinity pool. A light blue color spread through the sky once again.

”Fireworks!” Kylie yelled with surprise, leaning wholly against the railings. She stood up on tiptoe with a delighted face. It had been years since she had last seen fireworks.

The returning joy was accompanied by the pain of nostalgia, which made Kylie sob a little. ”It's breathtaking…”

Ethan stood behind her and circled her waist with his arms. He rested his jaw on the top of her head. ”Do you like it?” he asked.

Kylie looked up at him. His features were vague in the shadows cast by the clouds and the fireworks, but she could nonetheless sense his serious mood by the strong heartbeat against her back.

It was she who had wanted to come to Connell on the spur of the moment. She hadn't expected that he would have time to prepare any surprises, but he had—a wonderful dinner followed by a fabulous firework show.

”Why?” Kylie felt that her happiness was too good to be true.

”It's our honeymoon.” The man's voice was charming as usual, as it flowed by slowly, like the wind. Kylie was leaning her chest against the railing, appreciating the colorful firework show.

Since the man was in such a good mood, she attempted: ”Look at the beautiful night.”

”Yeah,” the man answered lightly.

”So, the night isn't that frightening, right?” she asked. She felt the man's body suddenly stiffen for a second.

He understood that it was a hint from Kylie.

Before the next round of colorful fireworks arrived, the man standing at the opposite window broke his coffee cup with force.