Chapter 97

The wind was bitingly cold at night. Julie could not help but shiver, subconsciously shrinking into her clothes. She stretched out a hand as she exhaled a breath of warm air, watching the white cloud of her breath dissipate quickly into the air. "It might snow tonight," she mumbled to herself. Before she had even finished speaking, thin snowflakes were already starting to fall from the sky. A snowflake landed on her outstretched hand, instantly melting from the warmth of her hand and leaving behind a momentary coldness. Seeing this, Lucian walked up and reached out to hold her hand, saying gently, "Let's head in. It's too cold outside." He casually tossed his keys to the valet at the entrance, then walked into the clubhouse hand in hand with her. Julie's eyes were unconsciously drawn to their entwined hands. His hand was big and warm. Her hand, which had still been a little cold, warmed up instantly. As she felt the warmth from his palm, a sudden thought occurred to her. If