Chris’ Pov
At first I did not want to live in Warren’s house, but eventually Warren talked me into it.
When Sallyes to visit me and has not seen me. It’s really hard to exin this to her. Besides, I am hurt now and I need to take good care of myself and get some rest.
It’s just that I am still worried about Kitty, “Mr. Warren, if I stay at your house, Miss Kitty will misunderstand.”
“You are thinking about her even now.” Said Warren, frowning.
“She loves you too much, I can understand that.”
“Do not worry, I’ll exin it to her, let us go.” Warren leaned down and picked me up.
I am not used to this. “Mr. Warren, I can go by myself. I do not want to bother you.”
“I bear a great responsibility for your injury. If you reopen the wound, there will be trouble. Let me take care of you.”
I blushed in his arms.
Warren’s pov
From this angle, I can see her frizzy and distorted long “hair”, her pink poodle face, and her soft red lips, and my throat inevitably tightens.
Especially her shyness is more like a feather “hair” that unconsciously stirs my heart.
There is always a faint body scent on her body, and the faint scent when I sit with her calms my heart.
When I return to the vi, I put her on the sofa in the living room to rest.
“I’ll clean up your room. If my mother does note, you will stay in the second bedroom. Can shee that night, too?”
“Yes, Mr. Warren, please.” Chris looked up at me and said.
“Do not be so polite. Do not call me Mr. Warren at home. I always feel very posh.”
“Then what should I call you?”
“What you have called me up to now will do.”
She looked at me faintly and eximed, “Warren …. Brother.”
That title softens my heart.
This time she was not ying games, she was really calling me.
“Rest first, I will go and make your bed and the servant who will take care of you wille tomorrow.”
I pushed my sses, outwardly calm but inwardly happy.
Chris’s Pov
So I was staying in Warren’s mansion, in a strange room, and my heart was not restless.
Even if Warren does this just topensate me, will it make Kitty misunderstand me even more? I do not want to be an obstacle between two people.
A message arrived on my cell phone, and when I saw the name I rarely contacted, my heart suddenly contracted.
On the screen were two words, nd.
“Are you asleep?”
nd and I have known each other for several years. He must have something to contact me about. Even on holidays, there is no blessing message.
But I edited the blessing messages back each time and finally deleted them myself before I sent them.
The ovep between me and him is limited to some departmental activities of the student union. With the internship unit in junior year, he and I have withdrawn from the meeting. The connection between the student union has been broken for a long time. Why did he send me a message at this time?
The finger on the keyboard quickly replied, “Not yet.”
“Are you free on Saturday night? The department party.”
It turned out to be just a department meeting, and I was a little perplexed. It was also true that the person could only contact me for something.
“Yes.”
nd routinely sent the time and ce.
I kept reading the messages he sent, just like any mail from him, but I never dared toment on them. Love is cautious.
I can only look at him so humbly from a distance.
Last year, I finally mustered up the courage to make a confession on his birthday. I had specially folded 999 paper cranes, and on each paper crane was a sentence I wanted to say.
But I had not counted on meeting a guide at his birthday party to hear his confession. nd ruthlessly rejected the guide, showing that he had no intention of falling in love.
He said to focus on studies and career, so I burned those things and hid that love in my heart.
There are still a few days until the weekend, so my body should recover soon and I would be able to go out again.
The next morning the servant came, a guide, a little girl who seemed not much older than me and had great sympathy.
“Hello, Mr. Warren, Miss Chris. I am the new nanny. You can call me Linda.”
Warren nodded. “My wife just had surgery. Your main job while I am gone is to take care of her feeding.”
“Yes, Mr. Warren, I understand.”
“Brother Warren, go to work. I’ll be fine at home.” I said to him.
“OK, then I will go. You can call me if you have anything.”
“Hmm.”
Warren’s pov
Linda escorts me to the door. “Mr. Warren, take care of yourself.”
“You don’t have to open the door if a Miss Kitty ising,” I told her cautiously.
“Yes, Mr. Warren.”
I didn’t leave until I told her, lest Kitty get in trouble with her again.
Chris’s Pov
The days at the Warren mansion are quiet and leisurely, and no one bothers me. Sallyes to see me from time to time. Linda is very lively and amuses me every day.
My wound has healed quickly with good care and Warren has promised me that I can go to work next Monday.
The premise is that my body needs to get better, so I am doing nothing these days and concentrating on recovering from the injury.
On Saturday afternoon, I took off my home clothes and put on a white dress. I said to Linda, “Linda, can you braid your hair?” These days I get along very well with Linda and consider her my friend.
“Who is Miss going to see tonight? You dressed so nicely.”
“The Student Association dinner, I used to be the vice president. Since everyone has to go their own way, they alle together to meet.”
“I understand. Thedy must dress well tonight. I will braid your hair.”
I wore light makeup and a pair of earrings.
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Warren returned as he reached the door. “Where to?”
“Reunion, do not you have a social party today?”
Warren’s pov
Lately I have been turning down all the evening entertainments, not even going to Kitty’s.
I do not know if I am afraid Sally wille to check, or if I just want to see Chris. Every now and then when I go to work I think someone is waiting for me at home. I do not want anything, I just want to get home fast.
“No, I’ll take you there.”
“I just need to take a cab so you do not have to walk extra.”
“Still polite to me? That’s what I am supposed to do.”
Keh’s pov
That evening I received a call from Linda, “Sir, Miss is dressed super nice tonight.”
During those days, I was kept informed by Linda of Chris’s every move in great detail.
“Where is she going?”
“She seems to be talking about a ss reunion.”
“I see.” I hung up the phone, just a ss reunion, I did not take it to heart.
Warren’s pov
Send Chris to the door of the restaurant. “Call me first when you get back in the evening, and I’ll pick you up.”
Worried that she would turn me down, I added, “It’s not safe for you toe back alone at night.”
“Okay, Brother Warren, I’ll go first.” Chris nodded and pushed open the door to get out of the car.
Chris’s Pov
I did not expect to hear a familiar male voice right after I got out of the car, “Chris.”
When I heard that voice, my body shook slightly and I turned to look at him.
As far as I could see, a man in a white shirt was standing not far from me.
Clean jade face, fine bangs on his forehead, a gust of wind blowing and tugging at the bangs in front of his forehead.
His hands are randomly in his trousers pockets, and his shadow is long drawn into the sunset.
It took me a while to find my voice: “nd.”
A simple name seems to have used up all my strength.
“They are all here, all waiting for you.”
“Sorry, there’s a traffic jam on the road.” I walked toward him step by step, my face burning.
Warren’s pov
I was inexplicably annoyed when I saw the sheepish expression on her face in the car. She was avoiding me. Even if things are a little better these days, she’ll never look at me that way.
This man is different from Chris, and I am even more unhappy when I think about it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see that Chris’s bag is in the passenger seat, and I push open the door and walk toward Chris.
“Chris, you forgot your bag.” I hand him the bag.
Chris took the bag I handed her, but I gently stroked her hair. “Do not y too long, I will pick you up in the evening.”
Chris replied with a somewhat wooden response, “OK.”
nd’s pov
I look at the man, suit and tie, elegant and modest, personable, a perfect lover, the key is his identity.
I know him, Warren, the young gentleman of the Wilson family.
Chris’ Pov
As I watched Warren walk away, I nced at nd, who was standing not far away. He must have misunderstood.
I wanted to exin it to him, but if I thought I had nothing to do with him, why would he listen to my exnation?
“Let us go inside.”
nd said unexpectedly, “Are you in love?”
I panicked for no reason because in my opinion, nd is a person who does not care about anything but school, let alone spheming about other people’s love lives.
This question ….
“Can not I answer?” I am not afraid to answer, but I do not know how to answer. My rtionship with Warren can not be exined in a few words.
“Of course, that’s your freedom.” nd was not displeased with my answer.
He and I entered the box without words, and Sunny greeted us as soon as we stepped through the door.
“Chris, you are finally here. I have not seen you in a long time. What have you been busy withtely?”
“Submitting a resume to apply for a job, what about you, did you find an internship?”
“It’s not that you do not know my character. I do not want to work in thepany. Recently, I sang in a bar. After a while, you will alle to support me.”
“I am sure you will.” Webster said, “Chris, nd, you cane too. We will not have as much time to work in the future.”
“Fine.” I have no reason to decline. I just want to stay with nd a little longer.
At the dining table, everyone was happy and talking about their recent lives.
“Congrattions to our president, who is going to be a big star. Come on, you should sign first so you do not have to wait in line when I see youter.”
I was confused. “What big star?”
“Chris, do not you know that nd has signed Star Entertainment Company? It’s known as the Star Factory.”
I can not ept this news at the moment. Is not nd’s first goal to enter financial institutions and make great efforts?
“nd, will you be a star?” I can not associate him with a star at the moment.
“To be precise, I am still a trainee.”
“But do not you want to work in a financial institution?”
“People can change.” nd replied weakly, “I do not know what happened to him.”
But no one can change their decision.
“No matter what industry you are in, I think you’ll be sessful. I’ll make a toast to you.”
The cups clinked together and we drank together.
I did not eat much, but I drank a lot of wine and was soon drunk.
nd’s pov
Chris is already drunk, but Sunny still has to take a few of us to the bar. “She’s drunk, I’ll take her home first.”
“Oh, why are you disappointed? After all, I had such a good time today, and Chris woke up soon.”
I could not refuse Sunny, so I had to take a cab with them to the bar.
Chris was asleep. When she hit the ss for the third time, I put her head on my shoulder.
As I looked at the little woman leaning against my shoulder, her little white face was covered with ayer of red clouds, like peach blossoms in March, with a slight pink ” The small, slightly open mouth is very attractive, such an innocent sleeping face that would please a security guard. But for me….
The car was about to arrive at the bar when I gently touched Chris.
“Chris, we arrived.”