Chapter 237 The Taste of Love

"Thank you, Master Dylan. I really love these flowers."
With a soft expression, Dylan raised his hand, and Ronnie quickly handed him a pack of tissues. He took two sheets out and took another step forward, narrowing the distance from his beloved wife. Then, he gently wiped Kendall's forehead and face with the tissue, his voice gentle and intoxicating as he explained, "You're sweating. Let me wipe it for you."
Although it rained last night and only stopped that morning, as soon as the rain stopped, the sun eagerly rose to do its job. Now that it was noon, anyone who left the air-conditioned office would instantly feel a wave of heat that caused them to sweat profusely.