Unique.
Exclusive.
That kind of familial affection Bert gave her in everyday life was intoxicating—so why should love be any different?
Could she possibly be his one and only? The unparalleled presence in his world?
Lilian forced herself to stop these chaotic thoughts before they spiraled out of control. She felt like she was asking for too much.
For a man like him, how could she ever be the only one?
Maybe right now he treated her well, loved her tenderly—but who could guarantee that this kind of devotion was unique? Or that it would last a lifetime?
A strange wave of sadness washed over her.
She fell silent, turning her gaze to the window.
Morrison, who was driving, glanced over at her with a tilted head.
"What's wrong?"
Just a moment ago, she had been smiling, and now she was quiet again. Girls' hearts really were hard to read.
"Nothing," Lilian shook her head softly.
How could she possibly tell him she wanted to be his one and only, unmatched in the whole world?
