Donna lowered her gaze, then looked at Dawn Sutherland. When she saw the disappointnt and sadness in his eyes, she felt a bit heartbroken, "Second Young Master Sutherland, it’s okay. Next ti the miss calls, I’ll chat with her a bit longer. You can listen to her voice without saying anything."
Dawn responded with a low voice, "Has she ntioned where she is? Or her phone number, anything like that?"
Donna shook her head, "No, the miss hasn’t ntioned it."
"So— is she doing well?"
Dawn found himself wanting to ask just one question amidst thousands— ’Where is she? Is she doing okay?’
Nothing matters more than these two things. He doesn’t want her to vanish from his world; he wants to bring her back to him and take care of her for a lifeti.
"The miss is probably doing okay, but she has to adjust to the ti difference. For soone with poor sleep quality like her, especially since she’s pregnant now and already having trouble sleeping later in her pregnancy, it’s bound to be even more agonizing," Donna sighed.
A dull ache spread through Dawn’s heart, and mories of her living in his apartnt resurfaced. She often had dreams; several tis he heard her talking in her sleep, saying the sa words.
She said, "Don’t hate , I didn’t do it on purpose. I never planned to deceive you, just couldn’t help it."
Now Dawn finally understood what her words in the dream ant. It turned out he was not fully conscious when he slept with her, and she thought he would hate her, so she frequently dreamt of apologies.
He also rembered the hints she had subtly given him before.
She said, "Brother, if everyone in the world rejects , can you not distance yourself from , not mock , not look down on ?"
It turns out she cared so much about his thoughts, worried about him abandoning her, it was he who gave his beloved girl fear and helplessness.
Dawn’s gaze welled with regret and remorse as he stood staring at the landline, lost in thought. He longed for her to call again, to say to her, "Daisy, I’m sorry. Daisy Grant, I love you. Daisy Grant, it’s you who’ve always been rooted in my heart and mind, not anyone else."
As Dawn Sutherland was imrsed in sorrow, his phone dinged with a ssage notification.
He picked up the phone and opened it to see a ssage from Nico Haynes in the ’Iron Triangle’ buddy group chat on WeChat.
Nico had sent a picture along with a line of text.
"Look, look at how popular little Nico was during his youth, a bed full of love letters! Back then, the young master was fresh and handso, one of the three heartthrobs in every girl’s eyes at Scenic Hill high! Ah, my youth, gone and never to return! Now, damn it, I’ve turned into the old jerky, ti sure is the butcher’s knife!!"
This goofball is at it again, Dawn couldn’t be bothered to respond, he was about to exit WeChat but accidentally opened the picture.
What t his eyes were hundreds of love letters piled together, indeed very striking.
Dawn pursed his lips, soon, he was drawn by a light blue love letter within his view.
Dawn’s eyes instantly brightened, he quickly enlarged the image. Upon seeing the beautiful, elegant handwriting on the love letter, he was filled with excitent, and he turned to head toward the entrance.
He put on his shoes, grabbed the car keys, and sped off to Nico Haynes’s house!
Nico Haynes was upstairs at ho basking in self-admiration with his pile of love letters, when Dawn Sutherland entered abruptly, kicking Nico’s room door open, his face showing urgency and excitent: "Third Haynes! Where’s the love letter!"
Nico saw Dawn Sutherland coming to his place at night and smirked, "Hey, Second, were you overwheld by the degree of my popularity that you ca to admire my charm?! Back then, the young master was so handso, so exceptional, so adored by the ladies..."
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