Meeting You Was Fate

Dalton stopped what he was doing. His head throbbed and was getting in the way of his ability to think. He was an excellent perfumer and had won many accolades, but what Nacy said had to be the strangest description he had ever heard yet.

"Miss Jin, how about I make some perfume, and then we can see if it will smell the same?" Perfumery was Dalton's passion. He had an exceptional sense of smell and could concoct any perfume one could imagine. However, a perfume that could make people miscarry was inconceivable! For generations, no one from his family had done such immoral things, and he would never dare to become the first.

"Okay." Nacy nodded. She lowered her eyes to the floor, visibly upset.

Simon's handsome face twisted with guilt, and he wanted to take her in his arms to soothe away her concerns. He bent down, hugging her. "Nacy, it's my fault entirely. We failed because I didn't think carefully."

"No, it's not your fault. It was Bonnie and her viciousness. But nothing stays hidden forever. Sooner or later, she'll get caught," she said her tone hardening.

Simon was careless, believing he could catch Bonnie in one swoop. It did not occur to him that Bonnie could use a different perfume.

"Mr. Ye, Miss Jin, please give me a week. I can't say I will succeed, but I will do my best to formulate that kind of perfume," Dalton said sincerely.

With no other choice, Nacy said, "Okay."

Simon and Nacy stood up and bid farewell. It was autumn now, and a chill was biting through the night. Spring and summer clothes were better closeted, but Nacy was still wearing a thin floral dress.

When a gust of cold wind blew up, Nacy shivered. She could not help but hug her body tightly.

Silhouetted under the warm light of the streetlamps, she stood still, her thin lips slightly closed, and her brows knitted.

took off his jacket and draped it

the warmth of his body, consumed her like a blanket.

flooded with lethargy and despair. She felt like crying. Her head tipped up in silence, and her gaze

the strength of her gaze

him, but the cold breeze could do nothing to

don't think we can trick Bonnie again." Hugging Nacy, he

my child die in vain. I

the miscarriage?" he said in a cold and distant

reaction then, I don't think she had nothing to do with what happened. I knew she would be

changed, but Nacy still

bed. Simon had no idea because they had to separate

grow fonder. One good thing came out of the terrible things that

in his flesh, stroking her back gently. In reply, Nacy hugged him tightly around his sturdy

his smile in place as

could be blown away like fluff on a

520,

up the street. Mandy and Nathan walked

grandparents, and with