Capítulo 820: 351 Sighing under the bridge, generation after generation (Part 2)

In the black Lykan car, Forsythia Brown snuggled tightly into Gem Atkinson's arms, holding him close.

Feeling her grip around his waist tightening, Gem laughed and patted her on the back, saying, "Silly girl, what are you worrying about?"

"Gem Atkinson."

"Hmm."

"If, if it really is the virus acting up again, this time, don't leave me, don't go heal your wounds alone, okay?"

"Okay."

The woman lifted her head from his chest and said, "Don't lie to me, you've promised."

He reached out and cupped her face, saying, "I promise you, I won't leave you." Last time, it was this firm belief that helped him overcome the virus. If misfortune struck again, he would do the same.

"Gem Atkinson, let's go on a trip, shall we?"

"Sure!"

He always said yes to her requests.

Soon, with everything arranged, the couple embarked on an impromptu trip.

Venice.

St. Mark's Square.

Crowds of tourists.