It felt as if even the air had stopped circulating.
"..."
The concert hall had three exits: A, B, and C. Sinai and Alfonso took exit C.
Today’s performance was by a well-known band from this part of the continent, and many were here to watch, so naturally, there were many people at the exit.
Once again, the pairing of Norton and Sinai attracted the attention of others.
Alfonso may be handso and a successful person.
But sandwiched between them, he inevitably faded a bit.
Especially their positioning as a trio.
A world-famous painting, the position of the White School.
The Asura Field scene.
Sinai felt she had faced a social death once more.
This ti, it was rather complete.
Considering yesterday she was placed in a child’s seat, it could reluctantly be explained by saying the design was large and she was skinny enough to fit.
But today?
Upon hearing this, Norton slowly raised his eyes, his gaze and voice devoid of warmth.
He slowly repeated, "Dad?"
Alfonso, however, breathed a sigh of relief and took the initiative to speak, "Miss Sinai, is this your father?"
He looked at Sinai and then at Norton.
Their hair color was quite similar.
Though they didn’t look alike, their high attractiveness could pass as father and daughter.
But Sinai is already 27 years old, isn’t this "father" a bit too young?
No matter how well-maintained, shouldn’t there be at least so fine lines?
He looks even younger than Alfonso himself.
Alfonso couldn’t articulate his feelings.
Norton didn’t spare even a glance for the second person.
His gaze remained on Sinai, his brow slightly raised.
A sort of "if you can’t find a suitable explanation today, don’t think about leaving" aura.
Sinai paused, then added, "Did Dad ask you to take ho, cousin?"
Upon hearing this, passersby couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.
Turns out the family couldn’t rest and ca out to pick soone up; they thought there would be so grand drama.
Alfonso looked left and right, even more puzzled.
A cousin handling matters of a niece?
What kind of world is this?
Norton’s eyes narrowed.
He raised his hand and effortlessly tossed the cigarette into the trash can five ters away.
Then he lifted his eyes slightly, with a faint smile, unclear emotions: "Yes, cousin."
Norton took two steps forward and raised his hand to grip her shoulder, "Father asked us to return ho early."
As he approached, she caught the faint fragrance on him.
Like flowers blooming after a rain, carrying a bit of coldness.
Also mingled with a faint cigar aroma.
Just like him: mysterious, indifferent, hard to fathom.
For a mont, Sinai experienced another illusion.
"Excuse us." Norton finally turned to Alfonso, lightly said, "She must be ho before eight."
"Sorry, sir." Alfonso apologized swiftly, "It was my oversight, it won’t happen again next ti."
Norton remained silent.
Sinai also did not speak.
He wrapped his arm around her and turned to leave.
Once out of the comrcial street, he released his grip.
There weren’t many people on the shaded path outside, the evening breeze blew, dispersing Sinai’s body heat.
Despite the extre awkwardness, Sinai showed no emotion.
She always had a poker face.
Even when genuinely shy, her face wouldn’t blush.
A few seconds later, Sinai reclaid her voice, "How did you know I’d be at exit C?"
"Wasn’t it on father’s orders to pick you up?" Norton turned his head, smiling slightly, "If I didn’t know from which exit my cousin would co, wouldn’t Father reprimand when I return?"
"..."
This joke couldn’t go on any further.
Sinai remained expressionless, "I’m going back to the research base."
Just as she turned, her wrist was caught.
His palm was warm, but his fingertips were cold.
Sinai stopped, slowly turned her head, "What’s the matter?"
"What’s the rush?" Norton raised his chin slightly, "It’s evening, let’s have a midnight snack."
"I’m not hungry; I usually don’t eat at night."
"I’m hungry."
Sinai was about to say, "If you’re hungry, cook for yourself," but he lazily added, "I waited for you and got hungry."
"..."
Thirty minutes later, the two sat at a barbecue stall.
The sll of grilled at made Sinai’s stomach growl as well.
After thinking about it, she decided to eat a couple of skewers.
This stall was owned by people from Hua Country.
In terms of cuisine, no one knows better than the people of Hua Country.
Since having local delicacies both in the capital and Shanghai City, Sinai’s taste buds have beco picky.
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