Chapter 65

"Let’s walk. The bungalow is close by," Troy explained.

We walked side by side along the street between various bungalows with different architectural styles.

"Uh... Don’t you want to hold my hand?" Troy leaned closer to me. Occasionally, our arms and shoulders brushed against each other as we walked.

I only smiled, not answering Troy’s question.

"Seriously, don’t you want to hold hands?" he repeated, reaching for my fingers.

"Which bungalow is it?" I tried to shift the topic, pulling away and pretending to scratch my head, though it wasn’t itchy.

"It’s the one with all the lights on," Troy pointed to a bungalow about twenty meters away. Three luxury cars were parked in front.

"Troy, won’t they have strange thoughts about us later?" I asked, feeling uneasy.

"Let them think about what they want. It’s not a problem," he replied calmly.

I sighed deeply. Sometimes I didn’t understand what this man was thinking. What exactly did Troy see me as?

"Troy! I told you Troy would come, M