"Coco? Sounds like a cute name!" Tyler blurted out. Hearing him call her name gently, Coco blushed and stole a glance at him.
Tyler had lived a comfortable life over the years, so although he was almost fifty, he looked much younger than his age, and his graceful, mature temperament made him especially charming.
He was secretly pleased when he saw Coco peep at him. "If you can’t remember where your home is, you can live in my house for the time being," he said generously, pointing to the house behind him.
"I’m afraid your family will be unhappy." Coco was a little uneasy.
Tyler waved his hand. "Don't worry, this is my vacant house. You can live here…" He wanted to say “as long as you want”, but he didn’t finish speaking. Looking at Coco’s comely face, his gaze gradually turned burning.
