Travis Miller opened the car door for her, and Abigail Hemsworth stepped out, puzzled.
Looking at the desolate land in front of them, she asked, "Why did we come here?"
Travis Miller's lips curved slightly, leaning against the car door, he gazed at the land ahead and said calmly:
"I bought this place."
"Hmm?"
Abigail Hemsworth glanced at the vast land in front of her, showing no interest.
Travis Miller reached out, pulled her into his arms, and looked down at her. She could feel his breath on her cheeks up close.
His low, deep voice lingered by her ear.
"Our wedding house."
Abigail Hemsworth's eyes paused, then she looked up, unable to hide the joy in her eyes, though it faded slightly afterward.
"How long will that take?"
Travis Miller's hand clasped her slender waist, applying an almost imperceptible force, silently pulling her closer.
Her waist was really slender, both narrow and soft, fitting entirely within a single palm.
