Killian took the string of fairy lights from Sheila and hung them up.
"I'll try my best, but if we're exposed, you clean up the mess yourself."
Sheila was full of confidence: "How could we be? As long as we cooperate well, we definitely won't be exposed."
After working for more than an hour, the Christmas tree finally looked presentable.
Sheila happily turned on the lights on the tree.
The moment the twinkling lights came on, the entire cold-toned living room suddenly became dreamy and vibrant.
Sheila looked at the Christmas tree and exclaimed, "Wow, it's so beautiful!"
Killian's gaze unconsciously lingered on Sheila's face until she turned her head to look at him with a smile. "Killian, Merry Christmas!"
"Killian?" he teased suddenly, "What did you say you would call me at home?"
