Collins Aiden's chilly voice, enunciated deliberately, rose above the crowd.
In the midst of the noisy environment, his cold voice seemed to penetrate everyone's eardrums, reaching each person's ears with clarity.
His stunningly impeccable face also appeared in everyone's line of sight.
As they realized who stood before them, the reporters boiled over with excitement.
"Collins Aiden, why are you here? Go away, I don't need your help to clarify..." Ella Jackson saw his displeased facial expression, thinking he was uncomfortable facing so many reporters, and urgently pushed him, wanting him to leave first.
Collins Aiden lifted his arm, easily pulling her into his embrace, and placed his hand on the back of her head, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.
"Whoosh—" A collective gasp rose from the crowd.
A few seconds of silence later, countless flashes suddenly lit up.