The two of them walked hand in hand, relying on each other, in the picturesque scenery, strolling slowly, crossing the little bridge over the flowing stream, stepping on a path paved with a layer of vibrant red maple leaves, passing by the romantic embankment engraved with the Three Vow Stone...
They arrived at the doorstep.
The waiting servants by their side, upon seeing them appear, promptly welcomed them, "Welcome home, Team Leader, Mrs. Johnson."
Clearly, they had been instructed in advance by the butler, knowing that the woman returning with the Team Leader was destined to be the Mrs. they should serve faithfully.
"Yes."
Julian Johnson nodded, firmly holding the hand of his woman as they stepped into the poetically picturesque deep garden courtyard, where flowers were in full bloom, a gentle fragrance wafting through the air, making one feel utterly refreshed.
Isabella Lindsey's natural instinct, as a woman, was instantly aroused.
Love for flowers.
