Hannah Johnson massaged her temples. Last night, it was he who had kissed her without her permission,
yet today, she was expected to take responsibility.
Why had things developed in this manner?
As she looked at the breakfast laid out on the table, her gaze inadvertently caught Fanta, who was being cared for and licking its fur, a feeling she couldn't quite describe arose in her heart.
Actually,
keeping a puppy didn't seem like a bad idea either.
During breakfast, she looked at the person in front of her seriously, "What's your name?"
"Isaac Shea."
As Hannah drank her porridge, she thought mockingly, that name does sound pretty nice, "Do you want to be with me?"
"Yeah."
"You know, I might never get married in my lifetime."
Isaac nodded, "I understand."
Hannah stirred the porridge in front of her, "Your timing is quite peculiar, I really need company right now, and I think you are pretty good, you can provide me with great emotional value."