Chapter 209: The 170th Kiss

Nicole's thoughts momentarily paused.

In her mind, a scene played back like a detail in a reversed movie, replaying the memories until it stopped on the man's slender finger wearing the ring.

She knew that the silver ring was more than just encircling his nameless finger.

Nicole abruptly opened her eyes, as if a drowning person had hurriedly crawled ashore from the abyss of memories. She sat up, clutching her pounding chest, gasping for breath in large gulps.

If there had been even a shred of doubt in her previous confession to Robert, she was now certain.

He truly was...

She loved him.

For so many years, he had always worn that ring on his finger, the one that was now on his ring finger. Nicole couldn't quite describe the feelings in her heart, but she quickly got up and walked briskly towards the flower house.

She desperately wanted to see him, if only for a moment...

Just as she passed two flower racks, through the transparent glass wall, a tall figure was walking towards the flower house. He was wearing a cold black silk shirt, with the hem tucked into his waist, the soft material outlining the contours of his smooth muscles, exuding an indescribable male charm.

As if their hearts were connected, the man with his pitch-black eyes looked up, and in that instant, his gaze met Nicole's.

Robert's eyes showed a brief moment of surprise, then his lips curved slightly, forming a faint smile.

Nicole looked into his gentle eyes, her heart pounding, feeling a surge of emotions filling her chest in an instant. She pressed her lips together and also tugged at the corners of her mouth, watching him approach.

With one hand in his pocket, the man with smiling eyes kept staring at her, his steps quickening, soon reaching the entrance of the flower house.

He pushed the door open and stopped two steps away from her. Nicole didn't know what came over her, but suddenly she ran over and threw herself into his arms.

The man was visibly stunned for a moment, instinctively supporting her waist as she leaned into him.

"...What's wrong?" He gently stroked her hair, soothing her in a soft tone.

His long fingers slipped through her hair, his warm and dry fingertips gently rubbing against her scalp.

His voice was as calm as ever, yet it carried a hint of profound tenderness.

She knew that it was his suppressed affection, which had never changed over the years.

Nicole held Robert's waist tighter, hugging him, her head moving against his chest, as if trying to merge into his body.

Without knowing where she touched, the man's body tensed slightly. He took a deep breath and leaned down, about to say something, but the girl in his arms also tilted her head up.

As their eyes met, Nicole suddenly reached out and hooked her fingers around his neck, standing on tiptoe to kiss him.

Robert was momentarily stunned for a second, but soon he took control. His palm cupped the back of her head, and his thin lips twisted their way into her parted lips, deepening the kiss.

Nicole let him dominate, her hands grabbing the back of his collar, standing on her tiptoes even higher.

Between their breaths was the scent of sandalwood from his body, and his finger resting on the back of her head had a cool, hard object pressing against her scalp.

Cool and hard.

Just the thought of what it was made her bones turn to jelly, and she pressed herself against him, tilting her chin up to meet his kiss.

The rare initiative from Nicole aroused Robert's heavy breathing, and he lifted her up by holding her buttocks, as he continued to lower his head to kiss her while crossing through the bustling and lush trees, leading her deeper into the flower house.

Nicole didn't let go of his neck, she stood on her tiptoes and stepped on his shoes, sucking on his lower lip, letting him lead her further inside.

The two of them were pressed tightly against each other, and this kind of movement inevitably caused some friction for him.

Soon, Nicole felt something hard brushing against her stomach, in addition to the buckle of his belt that was pressing against her.

A massive swollen object.

She reached out voluntarily, her palm enclosing the huge mass gently rubbing it.