CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER 77: WHAT WOULD MAKE YOU LOOK BACK AT ME? (NEW)

After taking pictures, Adrian Jennings and Talia also built a snowman in the yard.

Talia made a very cute big snowman, half her height.

She put a red scarf and little red hat on the snowman, and used a peach oolong tea color light lipstick to give it blush.

Adrian Jennings teased her: "This little blushing face is really cute, just like you."

Talia laughed and said: "Of course, this is my own daughter."

After building the snowman, Talia patted the snow off her gloves and said looking at the snowman: "Let’s give it a name."

"Sure." Adrian Jennings smiled, "Let’s call it Candy Baby, candy as in sweet, and it sounds like Talia, your name."

Talia’s eyes lit up, "That’s a great name, let’s call it Candy Baby."

"Come on, let’s take a family photo." Adrian Jennings’ smile was gentle.

"Alright." She picked up the DSLR, "I’ll find someone to help us take it."

Talia approached the young couple who had just built snowmen and said to the girl: "Hello, could you help us take a photo?"

"Sure." The girl took the camera, "But I don’t really know how to use this."

Talia leaned over to teach her, "The settings are ready, just press here later."

"Oh oh okay."

"Thanks a lot."

"It’s nothing." The girl whispered to Talia, "Your boyfriend and you are so good-looking, well-matched, are you influencer couple bloggers?"

Talia shook her head, her eyes curved into a smile, "No. Thank you, you’re very pretty too."

After taking photos, Talia and Adrian Jennings went to a famous photo spot nearby.

It’s an inn with ancient charm, and when you open the carved wooden windows on the third floor, you can see the distant snow-capped mountains, reminiscent of Du Fu’s quote, "Windows framed with a thousand years of snow."

Tourists visiting the ancient town mostly come here to take photos.

The ancient town was popular online for a while, and Talia really wanted to visit. She even planned her itinerary, including this inn, but Ethan Grant was unwilling to accompany her.

It must be said that Ethan Grant never disappointed when it came to dampening spirits.

"Isn’t it just standing by the window looking at the snow mountains? What’s so great? Someday I’ll take you to Switzerland, the snow mountains there are much better."

Talia’s enthusiasm was dampened, her passion for visiting the ancient town extinguished, and later she got busy with work, put it aside, and forgot it.

Until now, more than two years later, she finally came.

But this time, she was with Adrian Jennings.

A cold wind blew, and Talia suddenly sneezed.

"Are you cold?" Adrian Jennings lifted the hood of Talia’s down jacket and put it on her head, "Wear your hat to block the wind."

"I still want to take photos later, wearing a hat doesn’t look good in photos."

"You can take it off for photos later, it’s windy now, be good."

"Alright." Talia looked at Adrian Jennings, "Are you cold?"

Adrian Jennings smiled, "A kiss will make me not cold."

"Then you’re not cold."

"Even if I’m not cold, I want a kiss."

Talia couldn’t do anything about him, this man usually appeared cold, but always acted spoiled around her.

Like now, if she didn’t kiss him, he wouldn’t leave.

Talia helplessly laughed, tiptoed, and leaned in to kiss him.

Adrian Jennings, who was close to six feet three, stood in front of Talia towering over her, even when she tiptoed she couldn’t reach.

"Bow your head." She pouted, "I can’t reach."

Adrian Jennings obediently lowered his head, bringing his lips close to hers, offering them for a kiss.

The Crown Prince, usually high and mighty, had never bowed his head for anyone.

Only Talia Rhodes could make him willingly lower his head.

Talia hooked her arms around Adrian Jennings’ neck and kissed him.

With people coming and going, Talia felt embarrassed to kiss deeply, just brushed lightly and intended to leave.

Adrian Jennings suddenly held the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Upon realizing, Talia struggled to leave his embrace, her face turning red instantly.

Talia tactically coughed twice to conceal her embarrassment, "Cough cough."

"There are too many people here, let’s wait until we’re home to kiss."

Adrian Jennings’ mood was great, his brows and eyes soft, lips smiling, "Alright."

Talia turned her flushed face.

Suddenly, her expression froze, the smile at her lips disappeared.

A biting gust of wind blew, and the sky began to snow again.

Ethan Grant stood at the inn entrance, gazing at her across the swirling snow.

Adrian Jennings also saw Ethan Grant.

The smile in his eyes vanished, replaced by a piercing cold.

Adrian Jennings held Talia Rhodes’ hand and led her towards Ethan Grant.

Ethan Grant just stood motionless at the inn entrance, watching the couple holding hands walk towards him.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, landing on his khaki coat, melting away.

The scene seemed frozen, time stopped.

Everything was suspended in this winter afternoon.

Something became clearer in his mind.

The girl happily clung to his arm, coyly asking him to take her to the ancient town, longing for the snow mountains and the quaint inn.

What did he say back then?

Couldn’t remember.

Only remembered finding an excuse to refuse, the girl’s smile vanished, her disappointment was obvious.

He understood everything, but didn’t want to coax her, nor compromise, thinking there was no need. Just playing around anyway, didn’t plan on a future with her.

Now he came, but she was no longer by his side.

Ethan Grant pursed his lips, his heart aching with strangulating pain.

The two stood still before him.

Adrian Jennings sneered, "What a coincidence, bumping into each other everywhere."

Ethan Grant’s lips stiffened, his jaw tightened, ignoring Adrian Jennings, he gazed at Talia, his eyes filled with pleading, "Talia, I’ve come to fulfill our date."

Talia’s expression remained cold, "I have no appointment with you, what are you fulfilling?"

Hurt flashed in Ethan Grant’s eyes, "Two years ago, you said you wanted to come here, back then I was busy, now I came."

"Delayed affection is cheaper than grass." Talia spoke slowly, her tone bland, looking polite, but her words were not polite at all, "Pretending to be sentimental is even worth less."

"Talia..." Regret and pain intertwined in Ethan Grant’s eyes, "Can you give me another chance? I can make up for it."

"Ha." Adrian Jennings laughed, eyes full of mockery, "Do you deserve it?"

Talia’s eyes remained cold, "Ethan Grant, your persistence will only make me increasingly hate you."

Ethan Grant humbled himself to the dust, asking tremblingly: "What must I do for you to look back at me?"

Talia stared at him, word by word, "Never possible."