He added, "Even when I traveled for work before, I never went out alone with her, and certainly not with any other woman." Mia Lane couldn’t help but smile, reaching out to hug him, gently leaning her cheek against his chest, "I know, there’s no need to explain." In the evening breeze, Justin Kingston returned the embrace with both hands and looked around, feeling a sense of absolute fulfillment. Later, he held her hand and took a stroll along the observation deck. There wasn’t much conversation; they faced the evening breeze, admired the most beautiful night view, and savored this moment of serenity. When Justin took out his phone for a selfie, Mia nestled close like a bird, experiencing the feeling of love for the first time—it felt unreal, as if even the air was sweet. From the observation deck, Justin led her to the rooftop open-air bar, a place full of ambiance and very popular among young people. They enjoyed a glass of wine together, and from there they could see the glowing beauty of Aethelburg and Novaterra against the backdrop of The Silverstream River at night. "Hey handsome, want to dance?" A beautiful woman with a high nose bridge in a mini skirt walked towards them, captivated by Justin’s looks. Justin declined directly, "No, I want to stay with my wife." His English was fluent as he looked at the girl in his arm, his eyes filled with affection. The Aethelburg girl was full of envy. After finishing their drinks, Justin took a few more selfies and then led her away. "Did you take selfies before?" Mia asked curiously. "Then what happened today? Did your son give you this task?" Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on NoveI~Fire.net "Kind of," he admitted genuinely, "To be precise, Gigi reminded me. We should capture the beautiful moments with a camera, just in case we lose our memory." "Lose memory?" Mia teased him, "Do you really believe in those soap opera storylines? How could someone just lose their memory for no reason?" They took the elevator down and walked through the streets of Aethelburg hand in hand against the wind. Justin bought her half a watermelon. She walked, scooping and eating, feeding him a bite and then herself, creating a warm and everyday scene. Justin had never experienced such feelings in his life; being with her felt so reassuring, with no need for any pretenses. She walked ahead, and he took photos of her from behind with his phone, bringing the vibrant night scene to life. Later, they went into a photo studio and had the pictures printed out immediately. Two small albums the size of a palm, delicate and easy to keep. "So beautiful! Even the cover is so nicely designed." She carefully tucked them into her bag, "Didn’t think your photography skills were this good!" "Multi-skilled husband," Justin said without a hint of modesty, "There’s nothing I can’t do, except maybe having a baby, but aside from that, I seem to be good at everything." "Got reasons to be proud!" Feeling tired, he took her to an open-air café by the river. "Let’s sit down and rest for a while." The two sat in the sofa chairs, under a sky filled with twinkling stars. Tonight’s moon was especially beautiful, surrounded by a dazzling night view that was particularly bustling, with the river shimmering and the occasional cruise ship passing by. "Mia, let’s officially date," Justin looked at her, his heart flooded with warm emotions, "Forget the agreement, let’s truly be together, not for the child, but for us." Is this... considered a formal confession? But... she’s leaving. All night long, Mia tried hard to ignore this fact, working to keep smiling and making him happy. "I think I’ve fallen in love with you," Justin confessed sincerely, "You’ve awakened my protective instincts, and I want to be with you, not to go against my mom or dismiss Monica Usher—I don’t need to get rid of anyone." He said, "I want to let go of everything and just be with you." As their eyes met, Mia could see his sincerity.