Chapter 104


    Chapter 104 Kiss Me, and I’ll Tell You


    Nichs led Nancy to the door and paused, turning around to face her. He said, “Close your eyes and


    give me your hand.”


    Curious, she inquired, “What’s with all the secrecy?” She then extended her hand, cing it gently. in


    his palm. Her hand, small and fair, contrasted markedly against hisrger, rougher one, emphasizing


    her delicate nature.


    He firmly grasped her hand, his big palm almost entirely enveloping her smaller one. He asked, “Are


    you ready?”


    Surprisingly, she felt a hint of nervousness mingled with a tinge of anticipation. “Yes, I’m ready,” she


    affirmed with a nod.


    “Now, close your eyes.”


    “Okay,” she agreed, gently shutting her eyes. Her long eyshes fluttered like miniature fans,


    endearing and charming.


    With one hand still clutching Nancy’s, Nichs used his free hand to open the door. As he observed


    the perfectly executed surprise inside, he nodded in satisfaction. He then turned to her and whispered


    tenderly, “You can open your eyes now.”


    Eagerly, she eximed, “Okay! I’m opening them now!”


    Perhaps driven by a hint of fear that her dream might vanish, she opened her eyes only slightly.


    However, upon beholding the grand, dreamlike, and profoundly romantic disy before her, she


    instantly widened her eyes.


    Her eyes sparkled with astonishment, struggling to ept the surreal realityid out before her. It was


    a scene she had only associated with dreams. She even questioned whether she was awake or still


    immersed in a dream. The sheer beauty of the sight overwhelmed her, making it seem surreal. She


    kept her eyes wide open, almost afraid the enchanting spectacle might vanish if she blinked.


    The room was filled with an incredible array of dolls spanning all shapes, sizes, and styles. Some were


    larger than Nancy, exquisitely crafted and lifelike in every detail. Even the doll’s eyshes. were


    meticulously designed to appear authentic. Collections of more miniature dolls lined the room, including


    her cherished favorites, and not just those famous during her childhood. There were also vintage dolls


    that she had recently adored and limited-edition dolls from popr animations. They were now here


    before her, bringing her dreamy world to life. The room was a visual feast, every bit as magical as in


    her dreams.


    “Nichs, you must pinch me to wake me up,” she finally spoke, breaking the silence that had gripped


    her for so long.


    Nichs chuckled, leaned closer, and teased, “You’re not dreaming, my silly goose. Everything before


    you is real.”


    “Really?” Nancy remained incredulous.


    He walked behind her and covered her eyes with his hands. Counting down silently, he began with


    “Ten.” As he reached “One,” he swiftly removed his hands. The room filled with dolls remained


    unchanged, just as enchanting as before.


    She enthusiastically confirmed, “It’s not a dream! It’s real. They’re all real.” She continued, “This is


    incredible. So many dolls, and they’re all my favorites! How did you manage to do this?” Her


    excitement knew no bounds as she rushed into the room. This time, she no longer held back. She


    hugged one of her beloved dolls and held it affectionately.


    As she explored the world of dolls, Nancy resembled an adorable little bunny, hopping from one doll to


    another, her radiant smile a testament to her sheer exhration. She couldn’t help but move


    energetically around the room, savoring every moment. With a doll clutched tightly in her arms, she


    moved from one corner of the room to another, her face adorned with a brilliant, joyful expression. Her


    heart danced with happiness.


    When she saw her most recent favorite, a limited-edition vintage doll that was incredibly hard to buy,


    she grabbed it and ran back to Nichs.


    “Whoa! You managed to find this doll! Nichs, how did you do it? I had no idea you were this


    amazing!” Her joy was palpable, as was her admiration.


    Observing her childlike admiration, mainly the shimmer in her eyes, he felt that all the effort had been


    worthwhile. It seemed that no matter how challenging the journey had been, it was meaningful now.


    “Do you like this one?” he asked, one hand in his pocket, a satisfied smile gracing. his lips.


    “Yeah!” Nancy nodded eagerly. “I love it so much! Its the doll I’ve been obsessed withtely. How did


    you know that I liked it?”


    “From…” Nichs began. Then, he yfully added, “It’s a secret.”


    Unable to contain her curiosity, she clung to his arm and yfully shook it. “Tell me! Tell me! You were


    about to tell me just now. If you don’t, it’ll drive me crazy.”


    “Are you truly eager to know?” he teased.


    “Yes, very eager.”


    “Give me a kiss then.” Nichs pointed at his check


    She blushed, showing hesitation. After summoning her courage, she recalled something and decided


    to be bolder. On her tiptoes, she leaned in, nting a gentle kiss on his check. Yet, just as she was


    about to withdraw, he quickly encircled her waist and engaged her lips in a passionate


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    A few minutester, Nichs let go of Nancy. Her lips were rosy, as was her entire countenance.


    “Meanie! You tricked me,” she eximed, lightly pounding her small fist against his chest.


    He grabbed her hand and said with a sweet smile, “Yeah. How mean of me.”


    “Now, will you tell me how you knew?” she prodded.


    “It’s quite simple. I checked your Twitter and noticed you liked a tweet about this doll. So, I deduced


    that you must like it.”


    Nancy thought, Oh. So that’s why. Although she rarely spent much time on social media, she browsed


    through her ounts asionally. She hadn’t expected Nichs to pick up on such at subtle detail.


    Her heart warmed with gratitude. They said that a man who’s genuinely devoted to you can be


    addictive, impossible to do without. It appeared that he belonged to that category of


    men.


    “So, are you satisfied with my gift, Mrs. Sallow?”


    Her heart raced as she pondered the significance of his words. Throughout their marriage, she had


    often been addressed as “Mrs. Sallow” by the household staff and Lynn. Yet, he had never officially


    acknowledged her as his wife. However, was he finally recognizing her identity, addressing her as “Mrs.


    Sallow”?


    “Did that slip out by mistake?” She looked at him, seeking confirmation.


    He met her gaze with sincerity. “Nope. I was referring to you, Mrs. Sallow.”