Jocelyn Morgan looked up, feeling a bit breathless.
As she cast her gaze upward, she took in his features: the handso brows, the deep-set eyes, the high nose bridge—no matter how you looked, they were perfect.
"Can I see your hand?" she asked spontaneously, her voice gentle.
Ian Shelby lowered his gaze to et hers, "Why do you want to see my hand?"
As their eyes t, the girl broke into a smile.
Then she twirled halfway in his embrace, lowered her head, and held his hand, admiring it closely, "It’s actually so beautiful!"
The temperature was just right, and it was exceptionally soft, slender and fair, with distinct knuckles.
"Why do you want to see my hand?" he still didn’t understand.
The girl replied, "I just wanted to see what a hand that holds a scalpel looks like. It’s really beautiful!"
Ian couldn’t help but laugh at her teasing, "Then let see your phone."
"Why?" she playfully turned her eyes away.
Ian reached out his hand, being straightforward, "I want to see the contact na."
"What contact na?" Jocelyn Morgan, knowing she had no secrets in her phone, unlocked it and handed it to him, "Go ahead and look!"
He looked over the phone number, and the contact na was Dr. Shelby?
Ian frowned slightly and took the liberty to change it.
"Hey!" Jocelyn leaned in, "What are you doing? Don’t change it randomly!"
"I didn’t change it randomly." Ian quickly made the change and returned the phone to her.
Jocelyn hurriedly checked, "Ian?"
"Isn’t this more intimate?" Ian asked her, "Since we’re together now."
Jocelyn didn’t argue, feeling sweet inside.
Then she reached out to him, "What about yours? Let see! Did you change it a long ti ago?"
"No." Ian deliberately refused, going against convention a bit.
"Hey! Why are you like this?" the girl protested, "Let see what you nad !"
Ian deliberately teased her, refusing to let her see.
Jocelyn then reached out to grab it!
Ian happily hugged her, and in their playful struggle, they both fell onto the bed.
As she toppled down, Ian also fell.
He quickly stretched out his hand to support himself beside her, not pressing down on her.
At such a close distance, as their eyes t, both their eyes sparkled with stars.
Jocelyn felt her heart skip a beat, but in the next second, she cautiously slipped her hand into his pants pocket, taking out his phone with his permission.
"Can you unlock it for ?" the girl asked, facing the phone screen towards him, successfully unlocking it with facial recognition!
"A little girl???"
Jocelyn saw the contact na and nearly spat blood, "Why? I’m not that young!"
"In my eyes, you are a little girl." Ian stood up and took the phone from her hand, putting it away, "In my heart, you’re also a little angel, with your own inner world, spreading truth, kindness, and beauty with your power. It’s actually empathetic to my profession."
Upstairs, they were chatting.
From lifestyle habits to discussing life’s ideals.
Downstairs, in the living room.
Jasmine was still troubled, "You can’t live together so quickly, a girl has to be reserved!" She urgently glanced at the wall clock, "Giving them half an hour more, then I’m going up to check on them!"
"Won worry too much, it ages them!" Everett Morgan said, holding a newspaper, looking relaxed, "Dr. Shelby is a decent person, give him so slack."
The implication being, as long as the other person’s character is good, why care so much?
In the moonlit garden, Finn Morgan was holding Hailey’s hand, the two of them were walking, digesting food, chatting, which was sothing they did every evening without fail.
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