Chapter 300 To Hell With Your So Called Sister (Part One)


    On this lovely night, Kevin stood on the balcony, alone, with a lit cigarette between his fingers. He


    smoked asionally. The breeze broke the smoke rings blown by him. The beautiful moment from the


    afternoon shed back into his mind. His heart started racing at the very thought of it.


    He was then leaning against the door, watching Daisy make tea. Absorbed in her elegance and the


    serenity in the air, he stood there for a while before he finally greeted her. He kept telling himself that


    Daisy was an unattainable dream for him, but his heart raced uncontrobly every time he saw her.


    Kevin smiled bitterly and said to himself, ''Kevin, don''t forget that you are married. Are you forgetting


    that you have a wife named Leena? Why do you desire a woman who will never be yours, and who


    doesn''t even pay any attention to you?''


    Kevin carefully stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. He looked into the sky, and then walked back


    into the room, trying to repress his racing heart. Would the pain and bitterness fade away if he stopped


    thinking of her? Would he have to start a new rtionship to forget the past? Would he have to fall in


    love with another woman before he could stop admiring her secretly? In that case, he would strive to


    fall in love with his wife Leena. He would open his heart to her and let her in.


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    When he got home from work, he looked everywhere but he didn''t find Leena''s note. Out of boredom,


    he picked up a small round item on her dressing table and started to y with it. However, he


    identally dropped it on the floor. It rolled under the dressing table and couldn''t be seen anymore.


    Kevin was in a daze for a few seconds. Then he gave a wry smile and bent down to look for it. Since he


    had no idea what it meant to Leena, he felt he had to put it back.


    He spotted a piece of paper under the dressing table. He picked it up in confusion. Some words were


    scribbled on the paper in dramatic handwriting like that of an artist. They said, "Kevin, I have gone to


    Paris, France, due to some emergency. Since I can''t reach you, I''m writing this note to you to let you


    know. I''ll be back in a couple of days. So don''t worry. Leena."


    The note was short and concise but Kevin felt relieved after reading it. ''Turns out that she has gone to


    France, but why so suddenly? She didn''t mention anything about it before the war games. But anyway,


    at least now I know where she is. That is a relief, '' he thought.


    Kevin kept the note on the dressing table. Then something urred to him. ''The door and the windows


    were closed, so how did the note get under the dressing table? In a ce that''s totally out of my sight.


    Did Leena put it there intentionally?'' he wondered. Kevin shook his head with a smile and went on with


    looking for the small item. ''Why do girls love such strange small items, even a highborn girl like Leena?''


    he asked himself.


    Kevin felt lonely, looking around the big empty house. He wondered how a perky and active girl like


    Leena coped with the solitude. In this respect, he thought Leena was amazing. The way he had


    married her seemed despicable to him now. Young and beautiful, she was supposed to have a lot of


    choices.


    Kevin came to the study. It was 1 a.m. here so it would be 5 p.m. in Paris. Leena''s phone was off.


    Kevin decided to find out whether she was online and what she was busy with. With a cunning smile,


    he sat in front of theputer and logged on the QQ number he had just applied. He started to work


    on his opening line while eagerly waiting for the login process toplete. ''Should I be frank with her


    or stay mysterious?'' he thought. He couldn''t make up his mind. His eyes lit up when he saw Leena''s


    QQ was on.


    He clicked on her QQ icon. The dialogue window appeared, his hands were on the keyboard, but he


    didn''t type anything. He didn''t know what to say. He thought about it for a while and then typed a short


    sentence- "Hi, beauty! I am d that you befriended me." But on second thought he felt it sounded too


    frivolous, so he deleted it.


    "Hello, nice to see you here." Kevin typed another sentence which he felt conformed more to his


    personality. He sent it before he could regret it. He worried that nothing would get solved if he kept


    hesitating, so he decided that the best way was to send the greeting first and work on the restter.


    However, even after a long time there was still no response from Leena. Kevin started doubting, ''Did I


    use the wrong greeting? Doesn''t she want to speak to me? If she doesn''t, why did she agree to


    befriend me?'' Tons of possibilities and questions popped into his head. He was stuck, not able to figure


    out his next move.


    On the other hand, Leena was swamped in Paris. It was thest day of the contest. Thepetition


    was brutal and the standards were high. She had to be very careful. Otherwise, the sweat andbor of


    the designers would be wasted. As a designer, she should know how much hard work had been put in


    these designs. She had prepared herself well for thisst round ofpetition, including reviewing


    notes about the rating scales and designing philosophy. Hence, she didn''t have time to respond to QQ


    messages.


    Leena was usually indulged in fun and frolick in her daily life, but she also had a serious attitude


    towards work and business, which proved that she was responsible. That''s why Kevin didn''t get any


    response from her. Right now, her devotion towards the contest was quite appealing. People said that


    men focusing on work were most charming. A woman who bent her mind to work was as charming as


    such men.


    The night was reced by dawn. The sky in S City was clear and bright. The dawn marked new


    beginnings. Brian Ouyang stood in front of Mary with a smile, eyes full of contempt.


    "Mary, what''s the matter with Sis Daisy? Why did she say she doesn''t know me? What did you do to


    her?" Mary had bullied Daisy for all kinds of reasons. Brian hated her for that. He never addressed


    Mary as a sister, although they shared the same mother. In Brian''s heart, only Daisy, his half-sister,


    who shared the same father but a different mother with him, deserved to be his sister, while Mary was


    just a stranger who temporarily lived in the Ouyang''s residence.