"Waiting for you."

She looked down, blinking several times.

She tried to pull away, but couldn't.

Of course, she didn't use much force.

The young lady was obviously uncomfortable, blushing slightly, "What do you think you're doing? I never agreed to let you hold my hand."

"So you're angry?"

"Of course."

Ethan Ainsley took her hand and put it into his own pocket, asking, "Is this better?"

Lola Hussey: "..."

Her hand was not only held by Ethan Ainsley, but also blatantly put into his clothes pocket. Through the fabric, her hand seemed to feel his burning skin, and her cheeks suddenly warmed.

Taking a quiet, deep breath, she looked up at him and asked, "What business do you have here?"

Ethan Ainsley: "Nothing."

"Then why didn't you leave? What are you doing here?" she asked again.

Ethan Ainsley leaned down, closing the distance between them, and whispered in her ear, "Waiting for you."

The phrase "waiting for you" echoed in Lola Hussey's heart.