Chapter 568: Chapter Five Hundred And Sixty-Eight: Sorry, I'm Not Ripe Yet

The third point of view:

"Wow, what a nice evening," Anabelle muttered, rubbing her shoulders. 

"Do you feel cold?" Julie asked, watching her closely. 

"No -" Anabelle was still saying when he took off his jacket and wore it on her. 

"But I don't -" 

"Shhh," He pressed his finger against her lips, she went red in the face. 

"You're my woman, your comfort is my priority," Julie said as he helped her put on the jacket. 

Anabelle boomed with joy, she had seen this type of scene so many times in movies. Who knew she would ever experience one? God, she could die from happiness now. She felt jolly. 

"How do you feel now?" he asked Anabelle who was safely cocooned in the warmth of his jacket. They were outside and Lincolnshire's weather got cold at night even though it was summer. 

"Better," she smiled at Julie who intertwined their hands and continued their journey.