The snow was somewhat thick, crunching underfoot, the sound of air bubbles in the snowflakes bursting. Catherine Ford hadn't heard this sound for a long time. At this moment, listening to it seemed inexplicably relieving, making her footsteps inadvertently cheerful.
Following behind Catherine, Benjamin Jones keenly sensed the change in the woman's mood. Looking down at the footprints ahead, those feet were particularly small, not larger than size 36, looking even more delicate next to his own prints. Last time, when he saw her shoes didn't fit well, causing her to limp while holding Alice, it was none of his business but he intervened anyway, which led to her determination to return them, possible only to that high-end brand, so he had the driver to remove the packaging before giving them to her.
But she stubbornly wanted to repay him, and at that time he could have simply refused, yet he inexplicably suggested that she cook for him as a condition.
