Chapter 1803: 435: Everything is responsive

Terrence Lentz and Viola Thompson’s love could probably be described in ten words.

Each matter settled, each question answered.

Viola just casually mentioned she wanted the stars in the sky, and he took note of it.

Even Viola herself had forgotten she had ever said such a thing.

She looked at Terrence Lentz, stunned for a moment.

To say she wasn’t moved would be a lie.

Especially since the person before her was the one she deeply loved.

Her affection for Terrence began with his looks, remained for his character, deepened with his abs, and lingered on his profound emotions.

“Thank you,” Viola tiptoed and kissed the corner of his mouth, gently hugging him, “my Mr. Lentz.”

Terrence Lentz smiled faintly, wrapping his arms around her waist, “You’re too polite, my Miss Thompson.”

The two of them embraced gently like this, against the backdrop of a grand and majestic castle, creating a scene so beautiful it was beyond words.

Even a romance TV series couldn’t capture such a scene.

A moment later, Viola let go of him and asked with a smile, “By the way, where did you get this meteorite from?”

There was only one B16 meteorite.

The very one she and J had competed over.

Could it be…

That Terrence Lentz was J?

That seemed impossible.

Her boyfriend was so nice, with legs a meter ninety long, and abs to match; how could he possibly be the hypocrite J?

Definitely not.

Terrence Lentz parted his thin lips, “A friend acquired it for me at an auction.”

He made it sound so simple.

Viola frowned slightly, “But this must be very precious, I heard that the B16 meteorite even has medicinal value.”

Terrence Lentz shook his head, “I’m not very clear about that, I just know that whatever my girlfriend wants, even if I have to climb mountains and swim across seas of fire, I will find a way to get it for her.”

Viola was sweetened by those words and placed the meteorite into her bag, then said, “Shall we go now?”

“Mhm.” Terrence Lentz nodded slightly and pushed the bicycle over, “Miss Thompson, please get on.”

It was just an old bicycle, but with him standing by her side, an ordinary bicycle seemed to become high-end.

Viola sat on the back seat.

“Go!”

“Come to the front,” Terrence Lentz said after.

The front?

Viola raised an eyebrow slightly, “Can you sit in the front?”

On a bar bicycle, one could sit sideways on the front bar.

“Yes,” Terrence Lentz said in a deep voice, “the male and female protagonists in TV dramas sit like that.”

“Then I’ll try it.” Viola walked to the front and sat sideways.

An entirely different feeling.

It was as though she was being embraced by Terrence Lentz from behind, their every breath mingling with each other’s.

Terrence Lentz also enjoyed moments like these, cycling slowly.

Viola wasn’t in a hurry either.

Work was important, but spending time with her boyfriend was also crucial.

And the two of them had little time together anyway.

A journey that should have taken just over ten minutes almost reached half an hour.

This was a food street full of life and flavor.

Because the whole Country Polluton had only one Sinian Country Food Street, it was very crowded, almost exclusively with Eastern faces.

Only a few Western faces could be seen.

In an instant, it was as if one foot had already stepped into one’s homeland.

In a foreign land, walking on such a food street felt especially safe.

The closer to home, the more timid the heart.

Besides wanting Milk Tea, Viola also craved various snacks.

“Lentz, I want to eat stinky tofu.”

“Buy.”

“I also want wolf’s tooth potatoes.”

“Buy.”

“I want to have oden.”

“Buy.”

“…”

Fearing wastage, Terrence Lentz always told the Boss to give just a fifth of the quantity when buying, but paid in full.

This was one of the reasons why Viola so approved of him.

The two’s values were aligned.

Neither liked extravagance or waste.

It was a bit hot, and after walking around, Viola ended up with two cups of iced Milk Tea in her hands.

“Who knew Durian-flavored Milk Tea could taste so good!” Viola always thought durian-flavored Milk Tea was a culinary abomination, but immediately held the Milk Tea to Terrence Lentz’s lips, “You try it too.”

Terrence Lentz never liked durian much, but in front of Viola, there was no such thing as a food he didn’t love.

He was willing to give up everything for her.

“Does it taste good?”

Viola looked up at him, her pretty, peach-blossom eyes blinking like the stars in the sky.

“Tastes good,” Terrence Lentz nodded.

Viola smiled and said, “I think it tastes good too.”

Looking at the smile on her face, Terrence Lentz’s lips curved into a beautiful smile too.

Though he was not one to smile often, in her presence, he could smile anytime, anywhere.

The two walked one behind the other.