The world of science is unscientific

Ai Haibara's face, beneath her wavy hair, was flushed; just walking around the house had made her tired.

I definitely can't live in such a big house in the future.

She made up her mind.

The weather in London, England is very pleasant right now; it's early autumn and the temperature is just 18°C.

Today she wore a khaki straight-cut trench coat, the hem just past her knees, over a white T-shirt, paired with flared jeans, and finished off with a pair of white sneakers.

This outfit is very ordinary, but it makes her figure look taller and gives her a decisive and efficient demeanor.

Ai Haibara actually wanted to change her hairstyle as well, but she had to go back to her old one after the trip, so she decided against it.

Yusuke Suzuki continued to lead the way, guiding Ai Haibara to his room.

Clean, tidy, and simple.

This was Ai Haibara's first impression.

Wendy and Dyer tidy up the room regularly, but they would never change the style of the room.

She stepped into the room and felt a strange sense of tranquility; even her breathing became calmer. It wasn't until she reached the window that she adjusted to this feeling.

Ai Haibara glanced out the window, then turned back to lean against the table, her gaze fixed on Yusuke Suzuki's face.

She gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and asked, "Didn't you play with toys when you were little?"

"What's so fun about toys?"

Yusuke Suzuki closed the door, picked up the photo frame, walked over to his wife, and handed it to her. "Isn't she gentle?"

Ai Haibara took the photo frame and examined it carefully.

This is a solo photo.

The person in the photo is, of course, Suzuki Yusuke's mother, who passed away early.

Blonde hair, blue eyes.

very common.

However, appearance is not determined by these factors alone.

As for gentleness, Suzuki Yusuke doesn't need to elaborate.

She could perfectly sense it just by seeing the faint smile in the photo.

It was a very natural kind of gentleness.

Before she could respond, Suzuki Yusuke suddenly took another step forward, picked her up, and placed her on the table.

"Can't wait?"

Ai Haibara gently placed the photo frame beside her, hooked her arms around the neck of the person in front of her, and without the bangs bothering her, she didn't need to turn her head to adjust the position of her hairstyle.

Her face was already perfectly presented to Yusuke Suzuki.

A large hand slowly pressed down on her waist, and some intense heat seeped through her clothes.

This heat, like sparks spreading across dry grass, suddenly ignited the emotions in Ai Haibara's heart.

"I want to take a good look at you."

Yusuke Suzuki placed his other hand on Ai Haibara's cheek, the soft, delicate touch spreading from his fingertips.

He felt that his wife's lips, which were a little dry and pale, needed to be moisturized.

"Saying one thing and meaning another..."

Upon hearing this, Ai Haibara rolled her eyes.

However, this gesture has a rather alluring quality to it at this moment.

Yusuke Suzuki couldn't help but move a little closer.

He put his arm around her waist.

A deep kiss.

The initiative shifted back and forth between the two.

Although it wasn't their first kiss, they were still awkward.

There’s no technique, it’s all emotion.

After the kiss ended, Ai Haibara, her face flushed and panting, pushed Yusuke Suzuki away, shaking her head repeatedly, "No, no, I can't breathe."

Yusuke Suzuki found it amusing but didn't push his luck. Instead, he went to the cabinet and took out the few photos he had from his childhood.

Then Ai Haibara started laughing.

They pointed at his photo as if they were looking at a funny storybook.

"Yusuke, how could you have been so cute when you were little!"

Ai Haibara's face once again displayed an expression that Yusuke Suzuki had never seen before, and her silvery laughter echoed in the room.

No, he had seen it before, but he had forgotten it.

The last time I saw it was many years ago, on his mother's face.

This feels a bit strange...

How come there's a sudden difference in generational ranking?

Feeling inexplicably embarrassed, he raised his hand and tapped his wife's head. "Can you control yourself a little?"

"Sorry, sorry," Ai Haibara tried to suppress her smile, but failed. She shrank back as if begging for forgiveness. "But Yusuke is really so cute. I want to hug him and give him a kiss."

Yusuke Suzuki couldn't help but sigh; he really couldn't control Ai Haibara right now.

The two played around for a while longer before Wendy came and knocked on the door.

"Young master, come down for your meal!"

"understood."

Yusuke Suzuki responded and opened the door.

Then, Wendy and Dale's profiles came into view.

"..."

Wendy was the first to react, "I suddenly remembered that there are still some things I haven't prepared."

After saying that, he ran away.

Deer stuck her tongue out at Suzuki Yusuke, then said somewhat angrily, "Young Master, why do you walk so quietly!"

Why is it acceptable to turn the tables and accuse someone else?

Yusuke Suzuki flicked Dale on the forehead. "You were the ones eavesdropping, weren't you? Go downstairs."

"Oh......"

Dale glanced at Ai Haibara again, then started running away.

Dinner was just for Yusuke Suzuki and Ai Haibara.

Unfortunately, this was Ai Haibara's first time visiting, and Wendy and Dale refused to sit at the table no matter what.

There's no way around the rules and etiquette that's set in stone.

If it were just Suzuki Yusuke alone, the two of them would have reluctantly eaten with the young master.

After dinner, it's natural to take a walk.

London today doesn't have the terrifying smog of a century ago, and you can look up at the stars.

Ai Haibara couldn't help but think back to when she played the 'Cocoon' game before.

At that time, Suzuki Yusuke was shot out of the game by Colonel Monroe, and she even considered leaving behind a child...

A little embarrassed, she couldn't help but continue thinking.

The future family of three should be very happy, right?

This feeling of being able to envision, look forward to, and embrace the future is truly wonderful.

Ai Haibara and Yusuke Suzuki tightened their grip on each other's intertwined fingers.

Hold tight.

Chapter 596 Arrival in Paris

Early the next morning.

Yusuke Suzuki got up and washed up.

Refreshed.

However, my wife should sleep a little longer.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but think of the embarrassing scene from last night.

As soon as they returned to their room, the items on the table (which they repeatedly refused to describe) came into their view.

It wasn't there before I left.

It must have been old Morse who put it there.

The Guan family is truly top-notch.

She's so old, yet she still has to worry about the young master's private life.

Yusuke Suzuki couldn't bear to disappoint the old butler's kindness.

Isn't this a way of caring for the mental health of the elderly?

After washing up, Ai Haibara was still not awake, curled up in the blankets like a kitten.

Let's skip breakfast.

Yusuke Suzuki himself didn't want to eat anymore.

It's kind of awkward to go out alone.