"Mm." Nicole ate her breakfast slowly, holding the soy milk, her palm sweating slightly, feeling a bit nervous. "If you don't have anything else, I'll head upstairs."
At this moment, Jose Floyd held Nicole's hand.
"Jose Floyd—" Nicole's heart fluttered with panic, trying to pull back, but he held her tightly. She anxiously looked at Jose Floyd.
Looking into Nicole's eyes, Jose's gaze was exceptionally deep, "It's winter now, wear more layers."
Her fingertips were a bit cold, prompting him to say this.
Nicole glanced at her woolen T-shirt and jacket, "I'm already wearing a lot. My hands are always cold, it's not like you don't know... I mean, wearing more doesn't help either. If there's nothing else, Jose Floyd, you can leave too."
His inexplicable concern made her heart race with panic, almost losing control of the stirring emotion within.
"Nicole." As she stood up, he called her name in a deep voice, "I'm sorry..."
