NovelEnglishChapter 1007: His eyes no longer reflected admiration, affection, or possessiveness. Instead, they carried the warmth and tenderness of an older brother's love for his sister.
Carrie's voice was soft. "Thank you, Kyson." She appreciated his respect for her feelings, his unwavering friendship, and his graceful acceptance of her decision.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKyson's gaze briefly touched her stomach as he offered a hopeful smile. “I may not be the father, but could I be the godfather?" "Absolutely! The baby would be lucky to have you as a godfather," Carrie responded warmly.
Their smiles met in understanding, and Kyson suggested, “Let's seal it with a pinky promise.” Carrie eyed his outstretched pinky, then linked hers with it firmly. "It's a promise!" At a secluded villa in Isonridge, Kristopher reclined on the couch with an attitude of indifference, his arm thrown over the backrest, a lit cigarette dangling from his fingertips, its smoke spiraling into the air. Only when the cigarette had nearly burned down to his fingers, the heat urging a sharp discomfort, did he rise to snuff out the remains in the crystal ashtray on the table.
Massaging his tense forehead, Kristopher wrestled with a sense of deep unease. The more he pondered, the stranger and more unsettling the recent occurrences seemed.
At that moment, his assistant approached, carrying a stack of company contracts. Kristopher reached for a pen, poised to sign, yet hesitated as he glanced at his assistant's demeanor.
Out of the blue, he asked, “When is Oliver returning?" The assistant's face changed subtly, eyes casting downward to mask his discomfort, and he murmured, “The situation there is quite complex. I'm not fully informed about the specifics. You and Oliver were handling those matters directly before you lost your memory recently, so we're a bit out of the loop." The answer was impeccably delivered. Oliver had long been a close aide to Kristopher, trusted with his most sensitive affairs.
Yet, it was unusual for Oliver to be unreachable for such an extended period, regardless of the sensitivity of his assignments.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Understood," Kristopher replied, swiftly reviewing the contracts. Satisfied there were no issues, he signed his nat the bottom.
Text has root in galno"Thank you, Mr. Norris," said the assistant, gathering the documents and preparing to exit.
Kristopher sank back into the couch, his spirit sagging with the weight of upresolved questions.
Kristopher took out his phone and opened his conversation with Oliver. The most recent message, dated a O week prior, mentioned that the project was progressing slowly and required additional time.
Since regaining consciousness, Kristopher had not seen Oliver, but he со still received intermittent · ed intermittent. COPI communications from him, alternating between texts and voice messages.
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