Dalton stopped what he was doing. His head throbbed and was getting in the way of his ability to think.
He was an excellent perfumer and had won many accolades, but what Nacy said had to be the
strangest description he had ever heard yet.
"Miss Jin, how about I make some perfume, and then we can see if it will smell the same?" Perfumery
was Dalton's passion. He had an exceptional sense of smell and could concoct any perfume one could
imagine. However, a perfume that could make people miscarry was inconceivable! For generations, no
one from his family had done such immoral things, and he would never dare to become the first.
"Okay." Nacy nodded. She lowered her eyes to the floor, visibly upset.
Simon's handsome face twisted with guilt, and he wanted to take her in his arms to soothe away her
concerns. He bent down, hugging her. "Nacy, it's my fault entirely. We failed because I didn't think
carefully."
"No, it's not your fault. It was Bonnie and her viciousness. But nothing stays hidden forever. Sooner or
later, she'll get caught," she said her tone hardening.
Simon was careless, believing he could catch Bonnie in one swoop. It did not occur to him that Bonnie
could use a different perfume.
"Mr. Ye, Miss Jin, please give me a week. I can't say I will succeed, but I will do my best to formulate
that kind of perfume," Dalton said sincerely.
With no other choice, Nacy said, "Okay."
Simon and Nacy stood up and bid farewell. It was autumn now, and a chill was biting through the night.
Spring and summer clothes were better closeted, but Nacy was still wearing a thin floral dress.
When a gust of cold wind blew up, Nacy shivered. She could not help but hug her body tightly.
Silhouetted under the warm light of the streetlamps, she stood still, her thin lips slightly closed, and her
brows knitted.
It broke Simon's heart to see her like that. He took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
She leaned back against his chest. His scent, mingled with the warmth of his body, consumed her like
a blanket.
Her eyes suddenly flooded with lethargy and despair. She felt like crying. Her head tipped up in silence,
and her gaze traveled up to his chin and the intriguing shadow that covered it.
Simon's face was full of faint worries, but when he felt the strength of her gaze on him, something
stirred inside him.
He held her tighter. There was only a thin shirt covering him, but the cold breeze could do nothing to
suppress the agitation in his heart.
"Nacy, our plan failed. I don't think we can trick Bonnie again." Hugging Nacy, he felt the world was
right in the palm of his hands.
"Simon, you know what? I'm not giving up yet. I can't let my child die in vain. I must get back what she
owes me." Simon saw the worry in Nacy's frown clouding her eyes.
"How can you be sure that the perfume caused the miscarriage?" he said in a cold and distant voice.
"Call it a woman's instincts. I met her once, and we talked about it. Judging from her reaction then, I
don't think she had nothing to do with what happened. I knew she would be after me, but I
underestimated her." She clung to his side, and his arm draped across her shoulder. A nippy autumn
breeze blew, sending piles of dried leaves into a ripple.
The weather gave people a feeling of helplessness. The season had changed, but Nacy still clung to
the past. The pain of losing her child still haunted her.
Every night, she would cry quietly and alone in her bed. Simon had no idea because they had to
separate and suffer to frame Bonnie.
As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. One good thing came out of the terrible
things that happened. As fate would have it, they became closer and closer as time wore on.
Simon cuddled her firmly as if embedding her in his flesh, stroking her back gently. In reply, Nacy
hugged him tightly around his sturdy waist.
"Let's go home." He kept his smile in place as he looked deeply into her eyes.
"Okay," Nacy said in a voice so soft it could be blown away like fluff on a light breeze.
Near No. 520, Haibin Road
It was a warm evening with the moon and stars lighting up the street. Mandy and Nathan walked hand
in hand, the streetlamps casting a shadow on their intertwined fingers.
Rarely did Nathan have some private time with Mandy. Adrian stayed at his grandparents, and with
nothing to do after they left Fiona's flat, they decided to have a stroll.
He put his arms around her, and he could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her
dress. Enjoying the sensation, he asked, "Honey, how long since we last took a walk like this?"
"Didn't we take a walk together on our honeymoon?" A tinge of delight appeared on Mandy's glowing
face.
"It's different. There is a sense of novelty every day. It doesn't get boring." His thin lips moved, and he
chuckled.
Mandy was looking at the little lights coming from the houses not far away. Her gaze turned abruptly to
Nathan with a discerning look upon hearing his words. "What did you say? Novelty? So, Chief Jin likes
novelty. I thought you were a sentimental person."
She thought, 'Isn't it because of affection that relationships last for many years?' Mandy was somewhat
surprised to hear Nathan say differently.
She thought they were already way past that stage.
"Every morning, when I see you lying next to me, I can feel my heart fluttering." He squeezed her
tighter and whispered sweet words into her ear.
He spoke with such fervency that it left no doubt as to his sincerity.
Nathan was never a romantic. But with Mandy, his cold eyes looked loving, and his smile was even
tender.
"What does it feel like to have your heart flutter?" Tugging at his sleeve, she buried her face in his
arms, blushing.
"Whenever I see you, I want to have you. I'm not a greedy person, but you're making me want you,"
Nathan said slowly, in a deep, magnetic voice.
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