Chapter 687

Genevie felt her heart racing wildly, almost leaping out of her chest after saying those words. As a woman, her boldness in being so straightforward had taken all the courage she had. Not wanting to appear too out of place, Genevie stood up from the bed, turned around lightly, and faced away from Andrew. She took a few deep breaths, waiting for his response. Out of his sight, her face quickly turned a deep shade of red, like a flower blooming in the spring, almost ready to drip with dew. Her eyes were filled with anticipation and shyness, betraying her inner nervousness and excitement. Andrew, too, hadn't expected Genevie to be so straightforward. It caught him completely off guard, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond. Indeed, Genevie had many admirable qualities, but Andrew knew deep down that he didn't truly belong to Miltonville. Sooner or later, he would have to leave. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering emotions in his chest. With a serious gaze,