Chapter 453 Lewis

But every time she saw him, he would ruffle her hair and hug her close. Just smelling the pleasant scent of tobacco on him, she'd be so infatuated that she didn't want to let go. So, like a snail that had finally peeked out of its shell, when words came to her lips, she'd swallow them back and retreat into her shell, hiding and never emerging again.

She was just trying to get used to it.

Just like getting used to having him in her life, she was now getting used to the life without him gradually. From seeing and eating together every day, to meeting three or four times a week, and then fewer and fewer, until there was no need to see each other every week, or even every month or year - until she could break this habit altogether.

Trying to quit nicotine was as difficult to Cherish Turner as it was for smokers.

So she tried to distract herself, like learning something new.