"Thank you."
This time, he said thank you.
And Tiana Thorne was already asleep.
Linden Hawthorne gazed at her stunningly beautiful, alluring face. His Adam's apple rose and fell once, then he walked to her side, close enough to almost touch.
He had always wondered what his fiancée would look like.
Would she be like his eldest brother, cool, elegant and stern, or like his second brother, wickedly handsome, or like Aunt Jarvis, whose beauty was utterly unique.
Or perhaps like Uncle Fu, wickedly beautiful yet austere.
He thought and thought, anticipated and waited, until at last his little fiancée came into the world.
It was just a pity he never had the chance to see her when she was still a soft, sweet little thing.
Later, he saw her in the photos on Aunt Jarvis's phone.
So this was how his little fiancée had grown up—she wasn't anyone's replica, she was one of a kind.
That feeling had stretched all the way to the present.
