Chapter 88: A Hug

Irene was momentarily speechless. Stefan smiled and pulled Irene into his arms. She looked up at him, surprised, but he didn't let go, holding her gently. They appeared very much like a loving couple. Madame Kashi was taken aback for a moment, then she smiled warmly. Stefan's deep voice was right by her ear, making Irene's ears feel warm, "Of course, Grandma." Even with her head raised, Irene couldn't see Stefan's face from this angle. But she could smell the unique blend of his cologne and a faint hint of tobacco. The combination was strangely alluring to her. During her time with the mercenary group, Irene had been surrounded by rough men who smoked and drank heavily. She used to think her type was young, fair-skinned boys, innocent, maybe a bit mischievous, but definitely not associated with smoking or drinking. Because she despised those habits. But now, Irene squinted her eyes, sensing a change. Stefan's hand was on her waist, light but warm and very present. Irene's h