I'm Waiting For Him To Kiss Me

Denise sat behind him and could clearly see the tenderness in his eyes from the reflection in the rear-view mirror.

She found it hard to believe. She had never seen Christopher could be so gentle. Was there something wrong with her eyes?

So, who was on the other side of the phone?

A trace of uneasiness flashed across Denise's face. She had a feeling that although she didn't know who was on the other end of the line, it was definitely a woman.

When Denise was guessing, the car passed by the entrance of the parking lot of the TV station. She said, "Let me off here."

Christopher parked the car on the side of the road.

Denise opened the door and got out of the car. She said, "Chris, thank you."

Christopher didn't say anything. He waited for her to get out of the car before continuing to drive forward.