"Billy, I don't want to eat at the hotel." After walking out of the villa and getting into Jimmy Horne's car, Camila Ruiz suddenly said.
Jimmy Horne looked at her intensely. Upon hearing her words, he chuckled softly and said, "Okay, we won't eat at the hotel." After speaking, he leaned over slightly to fasten her seatbelt for her. Camila, who was about to fasten her seatbelt, stopped her movements at his gesture and let him take care of her attentively.
If it weren't for the summer when she was fifteen, when he took her by his side to spend the summer with him, she wouldn't have believed he could be so attentive to such minute details.
"This dress looks like clothing only when you wear it." After fastening her seatbelt, Jimmy remained slightly leaning over, his deep eyes filled with warmth and lingering on her face, reluctant to leave.
"Does it really look good?" Camila blushed lightly and asked cautiously.
