Chapter 80
Chapter 80:
A moment later, Kyson stepped outside with a woolen scarf in hand. He found her mid-motion, palms cupped around a mound of powdery snow. Her coat and fluffy hat nearly disappeared into the white landscape, and the tip of her nose glowed a soft, rosy pink from the cold.
“Kyson! Over here!” Delight sparkled in her crescent-shaped eyes, unfiltered joy lighting up her entire face.
With a playful flick of her wrists, she flung the snow toward him. The loose clump scattered harmlessly at his feet as he stood in the doorway.
A low laugh rumbled from his chest. He followed the trail of her footprints across the yard and stopped close enough to loop the scarf gently around her neck. “Have fun. Just don’t let yourself catch a chill p>
Kailey tilted her chin up and blinked at him with wide eyes.
Then, without warning, she scooped up another fistful of snow and hurled it straight at his coat, her voice ringing bright through the cold air.
“Come on—snowball fight p>
Kyson’s laughter rang out across the yard.
After more than an hour of snowball fighting in the frosty yard, Kyson and Kailey finally headed back inside, both flushed red from the biting winter air.
Breath puffing in small white clouds, Kailey bounced lightly on her toes and filled her lungs with the icy scent of snow. “Devin wasn’t exaggerating—it’s seriously freezing out here p>
“Planning another round tomorrow p>
𝖣i𝘴𝘤o𝘷𝖾𝗿 𝗻𝖾w 𝗌𝘵𝗼𝗋іеѕ оn
“Absolutely p>
Under the soft porch light, her eyes shimmered with a bright, star-like excitement that was impossible to ignore. Caught up in her energy, Kyson let out a quiet laugh and tugged her wool hat lower over her ears. “Go take a hot shower before you end up with a cold p>
“Alright.” Halfway toward the stairs, Kailey suddenly pivoted back, chin tilted up as she met his eyes. “Thanks for tonight—I really had fun. Make sure you shower too, or you’ll get sick.” Before he could respond, she spun around and darted upstairs, her hurried footsteps echoing like she’d made a daring escape.
The instant her bedroom door clicked shut, a long, unsteady breath slipped from her lips.
Against the backdrop of drifting snow, Kyson’s face had seemed almost unreal—sharp, sculpted features softened by winter light, his natural coolness threaded with a teasing, careless charm that lingered far too vividly in her mind. Even with all her resilience and carefully built defenses, resisting that pull was proving more difficult than she wanted to admit.
She lifted both hands and briskly patted her cheeks, trying to scatter the spiraling thoughts before they took root. “Shower,” she muttered firmly to herself.
Kyson threw himself into work in the days that followed, leaving Kailey to occupy the spacious villa largely on her own. Her own schedule filled quickly—she spent two full days unpacking, folding clothes into neat stacks, and organizing documents, all while quietly preparing for her interview with Fantasy Fusion the following morning.
Across the dinner table that evening, Kyson caught her mentioning the interview. His fork paused midair for just a fraction of a second before he resumed eating with easy composure. “Do you want me to come with you p>
“That won’t be necessary.” Kailey was confident about it.
He simply nodded. “If anything comes up, call me right away p>
Morning arrived.