"Fool." Chad Yakov tenderly ruffled her head, saying nothing more, simply holding her tight as they waited for the storm and rain to baptize them.
The pattering raindrops soon turned into a torrential downpour.
Victoria Gibson wanted to use her jacket to shield him from the rain, but Chad Yakov firmly held her in his embrace.
He used his tall body to protect her.
Letting the raindrops fall on him...
"Chad Yakov..."
"I'm already wet. If you keep moving, you'll just make another person wet and spoil my goodwill." Chad Yakov's magnetic voice gently echoed beside her.
His arms holding her did not let go.
Upon hearing this, Victoria Gibson truly quieted down.
The heavy rain lasted a long time.
Long enough that Victoria Gibson felt the arms embracing her had grown stiff.
She looked up, gazing towards the manor, where distant lights shone brightly...
The people inside were probably not asleep.
