Isabella Weaver suddenly understood his mindset.
He enjoyed the ritual of receiving gifts.
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his chin, "Alright, I'll give you something different."
Harry Hunter finally felt better. After they washed up, he held her close by the floor-to-ceiling window to view the night scenery.
The two sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning on each other, so quiet they could hear each other's breathing.
Outside the window were brilliant lights, a dazzling galaxy, and inside, they were each other's true loves, soulmates for a lifetime.
His large hand gently massaged her foot, "Walking so much, do your feet hurt?"
In the past, no matter how far or hard the journey was, she never complained to anyone.
The bit of walking today and the slight pain in her foot, she directly ignored.
Having someone care for her, cherish her, was truly wonderful.
She felt her voice had been pampered to sound soft and tender, "A little sore, even my calves are a bit achy."
