Chapter 293: Chapter 303 I am very happy
He slowly closed his eyes and rested his head on her shoulder, "What, you think I cried?"
"Ah?" She then reacted, "Sorry, I just had that illusion for a moment." Actually, he hadn’t shed a tear, but she inexplicably felt like he was crying.
Like that little boy who was hurt, bleeding, but all the pain couldn’t compare to a single word from his mother.
What had his mother gone through to treat her own child this way? She was not his mother, so she couldn’t understand that feeling, but she felt a deep heartbreak for him.
"I didn’t cry." He murmured, like someone injured, yet deliberately emphasizing that he wasn’t hurt, "Just when I went back, I passed out, and when I woke up, I realized I’d been unconscious in the hospital for three days. Since then, whenever I have a fever, my mind easily reverts to that of when I was six."
Mabel Quinn pondered for a moment and said, "So, in the end, your mother still sent you to the hospital and didn’t just leave you to die, right?"
He was silent, not making a sound.
Her fingers continued to stroke his hair, as if soothing all his emotions at that moment.
"Do you find it annoying when I say these things?" After a while, his voice gently sounded.
"No, I’m very happy that you’re willing to tell me these things." Because it meant he was opening up to her, gradually revealing the past that had been buried, "No matter what you’ve been through, I hope you can be happy. If any unhappy things from the past, you want to talk about or vent, you can always tell me, vent to me, you can treat me like a trash can."
Her voice, like a warm current, flowed into his heart little by little through his ears.
Things that were once so embarrassing, so painful, seemed to become a little lighter after telling her. Her shoulder... leaning on it was very comfortable, and her hand, stroking him like that, made him feel like a precious treasure cherished by her.
At some point, he was becoming more and more attached to her. The warmth he didn’t get as a child seemed to be slowly gained from her.
"Mabel, having you by my side, I’m very happy." Kyle Kinston said so.
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Alice Conley walked out of the corporation after her interview, her face filled with frustration. From what the interview supervisor said, it seemed her interview this time was unlikely to succeed. These days, it’s hard for recent graduates to find jobs. Employers want to hire someone with work experience and impressive projects at a fresh graduate’s salary.
Unfortunately, Alice Conley didn’t fit any of those criteria.
Alice Conley also knew herself; she couldn’t claim to have any great talent. During her four years in college, her grades were just average in the class. Initially choosing to major in screenwriting had impure motives, thinking that as a screenwriter, she would have more opportunities to get close to a large number of celebrities, perhaps even getting a dozen autographs and photos. If, in the future, a big star were to act in a script she wrote, she could have the chance to hang out on set and see stars every day. Just thinking about it seemed wonderful!
But now, it seemed that achieving this "wonderful" goal was quite far off.