If there's no feeling involved, even being single until old age will just mean childhood playmates.
Unable to become lovers or spouses.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Joyce Hughes couldn't stop crying; the burn hurt, but her heart hurt even more.
Uncle Hayes scolded her: "Enough, stop crying, it's embarrassing, I'll get the door."
Joyce was still crying.
Uncle Hayes sighed and went to open the door.
Joyce was still burying her head, crying sadly, pitifully, heartbroken.
Uncle Hayes was startled: "Master Shaw, why are you here?"
Joyce froze, stopped crying, opened her eyes, and raised her head, only to see Aiden Shaw's handsome face, which she was infatuated with.
"Master Shaw, sob sob..."
She immediately stood up from the sofa, directly rushed towards Aiden Shaw, trying to throw herself into his arms.
Aiden Shaw frowned; he disliked physical contact with women.
He stepped back, widening the distance between them, warning her coldly not to cross the line.
