"Did you teach him this method?" Emma Aiden's gaze flickered as she asked impulsively.
Her intuition told her it was Harrison Yale's idea.
"Yes." Harrison Yale responded softly, pulling Emma Aiden to a seat in the cinema, pressing her down, and then snatching a red rose from beside, handing it to her.
"Why don't you ask me what I was thinking when teaching Louis Mendez?"
"..."
"I thought of someone who, on my birthday, also painstakingly arranged a scene like this and ended up packing themselves in a gift box and sending it to me."
Harrison Yale's thin lips parted slightly, speaking slowly.
His deep dark eyes were fixed intently on Emma Aiden before him.
The words that came out were lightly spoken, yet they inexplicably carried a hint of teasing.
Emma Aiden was momentarily stunned, then many images flashed through her mind.
She remembered it was at his coming-of-age ceremony.
