Crystal looked at Eric with wide eyes, repeated, 'What? Mr. Garcia is interested in Nancy?"
'Or else why do you think I asked him for help? And why is he willing to help despite the trouble?"
Eric took out a cigarette, offered his lighter at full stretch to Crystal, and said, 'Darling, light a cigarette for me, I'll tell you everything you want to know."
'You are not disabled; can't you light it up yourself?" Roasted Crystal.
'I prefer your help."
On the second floor, a pair of cold and lackluster eyes were focusing on the two far away.
The two were talking and smiling happily in his eyes, exactly a harmonious picture. Crystal took over the metal embossed lighter, lit the cigarette dangling from the corner of Eric's mouth.
Eric naturally held her hand, kissed her on the back of it.
'Thanks, Darling."
'Can you tell me now?"