Chapter 228

Birthday? What anniversary? They didn’t match at all! She pondered deeply, and by the time the car returned to the apartment, she still couldn’t come up with an answer.

Graham couldn’t stand it any longer. Taking advantage of the fact that Winford was striding ahead and didn’t notice him from behind, he quietly moved closer and whispered a reminder.

“Mr. Winford had heard that the 14th of every month was Valentine’s Day.”

February 14th? Valentine’s Day? Glancing at the calendar on her phone, Ophelia suddenly felt enlightened! She had thought about Valentine’s Day, but whether it was the Western Valentine’s Day or the Eastern Valentine’s Day, both had already passed, so she just ignored it. However, one thing was forgotten: Valentine’s Day in the West was somewhat devalued, as it could be celebrated on the 14th of every month.

Those who have been in love might not pay much attention to just February 14th, but her husband had never been in a serious relationship before, and it was their first time together. He didn’t understand much about it, so when he heard that the 14th of every month was special, he naturally took it very seriously!

In that moment, she understood why Winford had been vaguely unhappy. He seriously prepared a Valentine’s Day surprise for her, but she didn’t even realize what day it was. That would have been fine, but not realizing it also meant that she hadn’t prepared any gift for him at all!

“Hubby—” Ophelia hurriedly ran forward and hugged his arm, stopping him from striding ahead. “What are you doing?” She moved too quickly, and Winford immediately stopped in his tracks to prevent her from tripping over her own feet. He had a cold, hard jaw and didn’t say anything. Others might not have noticed this bit of tenderness in him, but Ophelia, with all her attention focused on him, naturally did.

She felt a sweet warmth in her heart and did not try to excuse herself. Instead, she softly apologized, saying, “Honey, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice today’s date and didn’t prepare a gift for you…”

Looking into her beautiful, clear eyes, Winford couldn’t feel angry at all. He turned his gaze away and said, “It’s nothing.” The tone was indifferent, as if he didn’t care, but Ophelia knew how could he possibly not care? If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have gotten angry!

Winford pulled her to go inside, but she suddenly held him back. “Although I didn’t mention preparing a gift, I could give my husband a gift right now.” The man stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. Ophelia blinked at him and coaxed, “Honey, please close your eyes first.”

After looking at her for two seconds, Winford closed his deep-set eyes, playing along with her childish antics. Ophelia’s heart raced, her eyes fixed on the man’s sexy lips. Suddenly, she stood on her tiptoes and earnestly kissed him.

Winford suddenly opened his eyes, and the dim, unclear light in them made Ophelia’s heart race once again, as if her heart had been seized by him. She quickly pulled away, suppressing her embarrassment, looked up at him with serious and bright eyes, and said, “This gift is a bit simple; I will prepare it more carefully next time. Um… do you like it, husband?”

Winford’s throat tightened as he looked at the girl, whose ears had turned bright red, yet she still pretended to be nonchalant. A fire ignited in his heart. “I liked it, but… it wasn’t enough.” His voice was hoarse as he held her chin with his fingers, dark colors swirling in his pitch-black eyes.