Stinging heart

I did not blame myself for thinking too much, his situation, the real person is quite worried, not lost, not heartbroken, completely as if nothing had happened.

He hid his emotions so well that I decided that Phoebe was not dead in his opinion, but she was still alive as usual.

When I made the noodles, I was about to turn around and call him, but I didn’t expect to see him leaning against the door frame with his hands around him, his face cold.

I burst into a cold sweat. ”Aaron, what’s the matter with you?”

He looked back and said lightly, ”Is the noodle ready?”

I nodded, feeling a little scared for a moment, so I took it out of breath and put it on the table.

Watching him eat, I couldn’t help worrying, ”Aaron, are you all right?”

He stopped and looked up at me, his eyes cold and indifferent. ”What?”

I shook my head and always felt that he seemed to be getting a little cold. ”Eat quickly, the noodles will not taste good if they are cold.”

He squinted, looked at me, and said, ”Aren’t you hungry?”

I smiled and shook my head. ”I’m not hungry. You should eat more.”

He folded his lips and stopped talking.

Watching him eat, I felt that this noodle doesn’t seem to have any taste to him, but he chewed and filled his stomach.

After eating noodles, he went to the sofa and stared at the TV which had not been turned on, deep and indifferent.

Looking at him, I seemed to see that when Liam knew his father was dead, his eyes were full of gloom and darkness, and he had the power to pull people into the darkness.

After closing the bowl, I went to him and tried to say, ”Aaron, people always have to look forward. Aunt, she wants your life to be bright.”

He squinted slightly, looked at me, and sank, ”Are you comforting me?”

I frowned and couldn’t say anything for a moment.

After a pause, he said, ”It’s getting late. Go to bed early. I’ll bring you breakfast tomorrow. Stay at home these days and let go of your work for a while.”

I didn’t know how to comfort him, so I can only make some pale confessions.

He raised his eyebrows and looked a little cold. ”Aren’t you going to stay?”

I was stunned and instinctively shook my head.

I took my coat and went out.

It took me too long to get back to the villa. It was already early in the morning.

Before the car entered the garage, I saw the man standing at the door. The man was tall and slender, handsome as jade, under the dim streetlamp, which made his face with some vicissitudes of life look even more vicissitudes.