Chapter 270: What is Arthur up to?

The scene was breathtaking, the people stunning.

The gentle murmur of flowing water leaped from beneath the bridge.

Arthur held Ella Lacey gently in his arms.

She felt surrounded by a blissful whirl of joy.

Ella Lacey was reluctant to leave. There were few pedestrians around, the foreign land was open-minded, and the closeness between lovers was not unusual.

So she daringly teased Arthur, cutely said, "Arthur, your scent was unbelievably pleasant, just like the osmanthus in September, or the peach blossoms in March, so sweet."

Such a shy girl she was.

"Ella Adair, you're being mischievous again."

Arthur pulled her away, coldly stated, "Remember, I still have traces of the virus in me. What if I infect you?"

"I don't care," Ella Lacey pouted, playfully curling up in his arms.

"Ella darling, behave. I'll take you to do something fun."

Arthur led her to a foreign vendor, pulled out his wallet, handed the man a hundred euros, and bought a love lock.