Duncan discreetly took Liberty’s hand when no one was watching, bringing it to his mouth to kiss both the back and the palm.
Startled, Liberty quickly withdrew her hand, feeling her face flush.
Although the cinema was dimly lit and no one was focused on her, she could feel her cheeks burning.
“Duncan, please be serious,” Liberty whispered.
Duncan had a reputation for being both rough and generous.
When Liberty grew weary of his antics, it was enough to make her blush easily.
In his presence, she often felt like a young girl.
Serenity had mentioned that Liberty was experiencing signs of a second spring.
Duncan smiled softly. “Alright, alright, I’ll be serious; I didn’t mean anything by it. Liberty, if you want to unwind in the future—whether it’s shopping, watching a movie, or traveling—just let me know. No matter how busy I am, I’ll set my work aside to accompany you. Work is important, but your happiness matters more.”
Liberty couldn’t help but respond, “The pocket money you earn is something that no one else could make in a lifetime. Duncan, I seriously wonder if you live in Versailles.”
As for herself, she owned a breakfast shop and a restaurant. Although her business was thriving and her monthly net profit was decent, it paled in comparison to the money Duncan made; her earnings felt like mere pennies.
It was frustrating.
She still had to work hard, waking up early and toiling late into the night to earn that small amount.
And that was without considering the struggles of ordinary migrant workers.
Of course, Duncan’s impressive income was also a result of his hard work in his earlier years.
Duncan had spent over a decade in the business world before reaching his current level of success.
With a slight smile, he remarked, “When your wealth reaches a certain level, the amount of money you earn becomes just a series of numbers.”
“Without any emotion.”
Liberty responded, “If you believe you don’t feel anything, try going to the bank and withdrawing a few million in cash. If you mess up, count it again, one by one. When your hands start to tire, you will definitely feel it.”
Duncan pondered her words for a moment and replied, “Liberty, that’s a great suggestion. The next time you visit Wiltspoon, I’ll withdraw a few million in cash. We can count the money together until our hands are weak, and I’ll feel more motivated to earn even more. I want the woman I love to count her money until she is tired.”
Liberty was left speechless.
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Looking at Duncan, she was at a loss for words.
Duncan chuckled, opened a bag of snacks, took out some popcorn, and offered it to Liberty. “Watching a movie while eating popcorn is nice.”
Liberty accepted the popcorn, saying, “I’m afraid I’ll get angry if I eat too much. However, since coming to Jensburg, I’ve found I’m less likely to get angry after eating spicy food. Perhaps it’s due to the different climate.”
In Wiltspoon, consuming hot food could easily lead to sore throats and gum pain.
“It’s definitely the climate that’s different,” Duncan said as he grabbed some popcorn for himself.
“The movie has started,” Liberty announced.
It was a suspenseful horror film. In the past, Liberty would have screamed in fear while watching something like this.
Back then, she had been much braver and had encountered some dangerous situations. Watching such a film now felt different.
She approached films with a more serious mindset, contemplating them deeply and without fear. Occasionally, Duncan would lean in and quietly ask if she felt scared. If she did, he would readily offer his comforting embrace. Liberty strongly suspected that the Lewis family’s bodyguard had intentionally chosen a horror movie, knowing that it would prompt her to seek refuge in Duncan’s arms when frightened. After the film concluded, only Liberty was fully engaged, while Duncan’s focus remained on her.