Pello felt that Su Ziceng already knew everything, but apart from the morning kiss she had asked for, she didn't speak of anything else. She didn't ask about Wen Maixue or the truth behind Count Olson's death. She simply flashed him a sweet smile, and in her eyes was only trust. As long as it was he who said it, Su Ziceng chose to trust entirely.
It seemed that the avalanche not only helped him get rid of Count Olson, but it had also removed the barrier that had always stood between them.
"As you wish, my Queen." Pello chuckled softly, his morning kiss did not land on Su Ziceng's forehead, but chose to linger on her lips, as tempting as roses and with a faint, sweet fragrance.
After leaving the hospital room, Pello sat down in front of the police from Nice. His eyes still carried the excitement left from the kiss, looking as simple and pure as the hospital behind him.
