Liliana couldn't help but turn to look at him.
"Just say what you want to say."
Liam smiled, bringing the tray over and placing it in front of her. "Want some?"
Liliana lowered her eyes to look.
Her lips parted, just as she was about to speak. "I..."
Liam suddenly pulled the tray back.
He turned and switched on the bedroom light.
With a click, the dim, cool room was once again bathed in warm, bright light.
Liliana's eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, and the sudden brightness was jarring.
She instinctively raised a slender, pale arm to shield her eyes, her brow furrowing slightly. "You..."
Liam bent down and casually picked up a movie case from the floor, holding it between his long fingers as he smiled at her.
"Just eating is boring. It's too dry. Why don't we watch a movie?"
Liliana's gaze fell on the case.
Written on it was—
*Flipped*.
A classic romance about childhood sweethearts.
Liliana used to love pestering Linton to watch it with her. ...
But then again...
Their housekeeper had found a number of movie cases while cleaning the room earlier.
Liliana slowly rose to her feet.
With one hand on her lower back and the other supporting her belly, she jutted her delicate chin toward another case. "I want to watch that one."
Liam followed her gaze, his eyes raising in a slight arch.
*La La Land*.
A deeply sad film.
Watching it always left one with a lingering sense of melancholy.


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