Wesley instantly grasped her intention.

However, observing Sandra's feigned nonchalance, he felt a pang of heartache.

"Joey."

"Yes?"

"Increase the temperature of the warm breeze."

The weather has turned cold.

But she should be enveloped in warmth.

Soon, the carriage grew warm.

Tiny beads of sweat formed on Sandra's forehead.

She cast a reproachful glance at Wesley.

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