"As expected, you're lying to me again."
I smiled wryly, lighting a cigarette and puffing slowly by the shore.
Boom!
Another burst of fireworks erupted overhead.
Julian boldly lifted Wanda's chin to kiss him, but he avoided it.
Her flushed cheeks, however, had already betrayed her true feelings.
I stubbed out my cigarette and turned to leave.
It was just so happened, Wanda turned her head and saw a familiar figure on the shore from afar. Her heart skipped a beat as she murmured, "Tristan?”
"What did you say?" Julian, next to her, was taken aback.
“Nothing.”
She shook her head and smiled. Then, though she felt she had made a mistake, as a precaution, she sent me a message.
[What are you doing, Tristan?]
[Eating.]
Seeing the reply, she was completely reassured and continued watching the fireworks with Julian from the boat. Pursuing that feeling of new romance.
Early the next morning, Wanda returned home looking exhausted. Upon seeing me, she pounced into my arms like a kitten.
"Tristan."
"I was so busy last night. That client was too difficult. Look at my mouth foaming with anger.”
In private, she always loved to act spoiled around me.
I used to fall for this kind of act.