With her knees buckling, Iris bit her lips and leaned her forehead against Hunter’s chest. She didn’t know what to think or how to react.
She regretted asking him.
On the other hand, she was also grateful that he had answered her questions without covering them up with lies. Otherwise, her guesses would keep haunting her for God knows how long.
She was so confused that memories started to flood her mind, allowing her to have a little trip back to the past.
On all the special occasions, Hunter had always been there, flashing his gorgeous friendly smile, doing everything to make her happy and keep her tears away.
Hunter constantly did things that pleased or made her feel better – as a child or a teenager. He learned to carve to make that wooden bird keychain when she said she didn’t
