Lovin’ in the Moonlight

In the room, there were only two people and the atmosphere was depressingly heavy.

Barbie Capra stood at the window, fingers unconsciously picking at the edge of the window, her tone extremely impatient: “What do you want me to do? I told you I don’t like your type.”

“I don’t mind, I can wait.”

“Maybe a thousand years.” Barbie Capra gritted her teeth a little, this man, what’s crazy, it’s just a one-sided encounter, why do you have to be like this?

Bardalph Blue did not even think: “Then a thousand years, I do not mind.”

“But I do mind! Do you know me and say you like me?” She twisted her head, her thin cheeks a little pale, and took a big step towards him: “I’m dirty do you know that? Do you know I’ve had several miscarriages? Do you even mind?”

A line of questions, almost without any pause to say.

There was a nice floral scent on the man this close, very light, probably some kind of shower gel.

Barbie Capra blinked, this man was surprisingly clean and good looking, and knowing this, was never going to look at her again, right?

Who knows, Bardalph Blue did not imagine the emotions, but red face, a little, from the cheeks straight through the ears, red, so close, he suddenly asked very quietly: “That … I can kiss you?”

She froze.

No one has ever, in such a cautious tone, said to her, can I kiss you?

As if compelled, his clear eyes made her lose control a little: “Kiss to marry me, do you dare?”

Bardalph Blue paused, he was tall and always subconsciously bent his knees when talking to her.

He liked to see her talking, energetic, very much. Would love to …

Wanted to lick her so badly.

“If you want to.”

…

In the evening, the whole world was in beautiful red.

There was a giant garden next to the West family, with flowers competing for beauty.

When Dandre West went to her mother’s place, she went to work on time, sometimes working less, so she took time to stay home and read a book.

On this day, Maxton West came back just as she was coming out of the shower.

The man was slender and tall, inexplicably giving people a sense of security.

But that face is too cold and lonely, when looking at him, always subconsciously feel that this person is not the seven feelings and six desires. As if the world’s love all can not affect him.

Fairen Evert wiped his hair and lowered his head, without saying a word.

He took off his dark black suit and tossed his tie onto the desk. When he saw her sulking, he subconsciously came over to kiss her, but Fairen Evert reacted quickly and avoided it.

There was no hint of emotion in her eyes.

Maxton West’s face sank a few shades and he stood up, looking at her in a condescending manner, “What?”

This time is too late, Maxton West looked at her wet hair, frowned slightly, turned around just to get her hair dryer to blow her hair, but sitting on the bed Fairen Evert suddenly spoke out: “I want to ask you something.”

This is something that she has been thinking about for a long time, but still had to say it.

Maxton West’s footsteps were stopped, his fingertips whitened, and he subconsciously thought of something else.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

The air became unusually frozen because of his silence, and the time passed second by second.

The man, who is always silent when it comes to questions he doesn’t want to answer, will use any tactic to force himself to speak when it’s his turn.

Maxton West, however, suddenly spoke: “Okay, you ask.”

Asking is your business, as to whether to answer or not that depends on what question is asked.

Fairen Evert’s eyes lit up, and then darkened when he looked up, his fingers curling slightly, clutching the thin covers of the bed: “You don’t really, at all, like Dandre, do you? You buy him a lot of things, these, those … seem to be very close.”

The tone is very toned: “But you do not like him to stay in the West family.”

She suddenly remembered that the day she sent the child to his mother’s place for a temporary stay, the impatience on his face was so obvious, as if she would eat her up if she said a few more words of farewell.

From beginning to end, he was cold and impatient, and when Dandre West came over to hug him, he subconsciously took a step back, and only when he reacted did he symbolically take his hand, then turned around and coldly ordered, “Get in the car.”

At that time when she saw it, her heart was stifled, very unpleasant.

That is not at all a father should have the attitude.

When the child lowered his head to get into the car, his tears of sadness almost fell out, and then just in his way.

“What’s wrong with a hug? He is your child, the first time in six years to see you, so miss you, every day chanting Dad. Why wouldn’t you even want to hug you if he wanted to?”

Maxton West looked back, not at all expecting her to be about this.

After a long time, so long that Fairen Evert planned to go straight outside and sit all night, he suddenly came back and hugged her, and Fairen Evert subconsciously struggled away.

He sank his face, but his words were a bit doting: “Good girl. Maybe it’s because my father never hugged me growing up. It’s hard for me to express my emotions in front of many people.”

“Like hugs, kisses. You know, I’ve rarely been close to anyone but you.”

“It was just the two of us on your birthday, so it was easy for me to express my emotions, but once there were more people …” He took a deep breath and his expression was a little bitter: “I now, except for you, have no way to express my emotions in front of many people face to express emotions.”

“Most of the time, the sudden approach of others, I will feel, very impatient, even if it is a child.”

The room grew quieter as the words fell.

Fairen Evert looked at him with some surprise, and after a long time, went over and touched his head.

It was only tentative, and Fairen Evert herself was shocked when she reacted.

She actually wanted to touch his head like a dog!

Looking up, seeing his slightly narrowed eyes and a puzzled expression, she couldn’t help but voice out, “Sorry.”

It was her own shallowness. With Maxton West’s nature and upbringing, it was normal for him to have such a personality, one would think.

Fairen Evert was so depressed for weeks after this conversation that she consulted the West family psychiatrist, who told her plainly, “The young master has been traumatized since childhood and his body is reacting to protect itself.”

The man was a little sad: “He is afraid of being hurt, so he refuses to have intimate contact with anyone, which is a manifestation of extreme insecurity, and once it takes shape it is very difficult to eliminate.”

Fairen Evert hesitated for a moment: “Isn’t there anything else you can do? Like psychotherapy or something.”

The man sighed softly: “Earlier, the young master had already asked me about it. But mental injury is not like physical injury, the former is mostly accompanied by a lifetime, if there was really any magic pill, there wouldn’t be so many people in the world doing stupid things because of mental problems.”