Inside the car, Max watched the harmonious scene between Adrian and Ella with a complicated gaze.
'She seems prettier than the last time I saw her…'
When his gaze landed on Adrian, his face twisted slightly. He instantly turned to Ella.
She was smiling at him the way she used to smile at him and a pang hit his chest.
A memory of his childhood resurfaced in his mind.
In his younger days, every summer, Max would complain to his mother, "She is clingy. I hate her!"
"Why did you ask the gardener to plant roses, her favorite flowers, if you hate her as you say? Secretly, you also look forward to summer vacation every year…''
"Max, see what I got you!" A bubbly little girl rushed up to Max before he could retort.
Humphing, he took one cookie from the basket she brought. He spat the cookie the moment it went into his mouth, "It's bitter… You burnt it… Who is going to marry you in the future if you cook such things?"
