Chapter 127 Pay for Its Choices

Christian switched off the stove, plated the dish, and walked over. The moment Annie saw him, the restless tension in her chest melted, as if it had been softly brushed away. So this was what coming home felt like—knowing someone was waiting for her filled her with warmth. "Here. I got it for you." Christian reached over to the sideboard and lifted a small paper bag. Inside was a cup of juice, still warm. "I passed by the shop on my way back," he said casually. "I thought you might like it." The warmth seeped from the cup into her palm and slowly sank inward, settling deep in her heart. She smiled. "I'm not a child. I don't drink juice anymore." Christian reached out and gently smoothed the stray hair at her forehead. His touch was soft and gentle. "It's fine," he said, a low laugh slipping out. "When you're with me, you can be as childish as you like." Annie's heart skipped a beat. She quickly turned her head away, and heat crawled up her cheeks. He always spoke so casually,