Chapter 1165

He handed her a box with a black bag covering it.

Joyce took the package, and after she paid, she opened the package

on the spot, "Wait a minute. I need to check it first. It would be more

convenient if I want to return it."

The deliveryman stood and waited while Joyce opened the package.

She pulled a black velvet box out of it and opened it. She looked inside

and said with satisfaction, "Okay, you can go now. Thanks."

After the deliveryman left, Joyce took a few steps farther forward and

threw the packaging into the trash bin.

In her hand she cupped the black velvet box she had just received. She

walked back to her office.

It was so cold, and she felt that in just a short while, her fingers had

almost frozen and become less flexible.

She stopped and breathed into her palm, and she could even see the

white foggy air.

It's still cold.

Suddenly, a warm scarf came up from the back of her neck and went

around to her body.

At once, it blocked all the cold, biting wind.

She froze. She recognized the scarf. It was solid black, with a pretty

wild logo. It was a cashmere scarf Luther bought for her from Hermes.

When did he come down with her?

She was just about to turn around when he embraced her from behind.

His long, slender arms were wrapped around her from behind, around

her waist. His hard jaw was resting upon her shoulder.

His hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck, "What are you doing

downstairs in this cold weather? And you don't even remember to bring

a scarf."

His cheek was pressed against hers and they were so close now.

She stood still and he held her tighter and tighter.

"How's that? Did you feel any warmer?" He asked in a soft voice.

Joyce tilted her head up and suddenly felt a bit cold on her face, and

then she sawflakes falling down.

She let out a soft scream and exclaimed, “It's snowing!"

It was the first snow of the year.

The sparse snowflakes were swept around by the wind and instantly

melted in her palm.

Her lips raised in a soft curve, and she sighed from her heart, "So

beautiful.”

Growing up in the warm Khebury, snow was rare. Then she went to

Mufron for four years and never saw snow. The Capital was located in

the cold north, and the first snow of this winter just came unannounced.

“You like the snow?" He turned her around and gazed deeply at her.

"If you like the snow, I will take you to see the snow every year, OK?"

His intoxicating voice, low and magnetic, rang in her ears.

As if under compulsion, she nodded her head.

He laughed.

Suddenly he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

Her lips were cold and icy, but his lips burned like fire, covering her lips,

and she could also feel the warmth. It was warmer than the scarf

around her neck, and she felt it all the way to her heart.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier and the snowflakes, along

with the wind, blew directly towards the two of them before they fell

silently.

They kissed in the street.

It was a beautiful scene.

However, they did not know, not far away from them, someone was

looking at them, and it was Charlotte.