Chapter 204 Blouse

• The weather had shifted to a much chillier tone, rendering walks outside unpleasant. Seated in the sunroof, gently rubbing my stomach, recollections of Paul and our shared escapades flooded my mind. We had engaged in passionate arguments, made love with fervour, and communicated in a language known only to us.
• A small but noticeable smile crept onto my face, and I found myself momentarily lost in reverie. Queenie walked in to check on me, her silhouette framed in the doorway, arms folded. Observing my distant expression, she remarked, “You remember how to smile?”
• Pivoting towards her, I allowed my smile to broaden. "I feel happy today," I disclosed.