"Am I that pretty?" Evie asked.
Aron nodded seriously. "My wife is the prettiest!"
Evie said, "Aron, we need to talk!"
"Huh? About what?" Aron asked.
"I have a hunch that if you continue to praise me without a limit like this, sooner or later, I'll become cocky!"
Aron laughed after hearing this.
"Then be cocky. It's not like we can't afford to."
Evie was a little speechless, yet she felt a sense of safety for some reason.
The two wandered all the way to the lake. Aron pointed to a villa with lights on at the door. "I live there."
Aron did not say that was his home, but he lived there.
Because to him, from the day he got married, a home had to be a place where he lived with his wife.
Evie looked at the magnificent house and hesitated for a moment. "The house my father left me is very small, are you used to living in it? We can..."
"I'm not used to living in this kind of big house." Aron interrupted Evie, "It's more comfortable living in a small house when there are not many people."
Evie looked at him. "You're not used to big houses. Why buy it?"
Evie actually did not want Aron to be too accommodating to her as a result of compromising.
"Actually, I only moved here after this year. It's very close to where I work. I originally planned to move to an apartment after the work in hand was finished," Aron replied.
"Really?"
"Of course." Aron rubbed Evie's head.
"Hey, I'm older than you!" Evie glared at Aron.
Aron laughed.
After walking around the neighborhood, it was already 2:30 when Aron sent Evie back.
Standing at the door of the house., Aron said good night but stood still.
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