Chapter 577

They say that a day without seeing each other feels like three autumns. Some even say that a short separation is better than a honeymoon. Mr. Adler and I calculated that it had been three months since we last saw each other. Now, we were curled up together on my single bed, our bodies tightly pressed against each other, feeling as if we had been separated for ages. Mr. Adler gently embraced me, tenderly stroking my hair, showing great affection. "Do you know how long I've been looking for you?" he asked.