When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 482: A Mismatch of Social Status

Byron Moss stood by the window, indifferent to her gaze, as if he hadn’t heard her words.

He appeared quite composed, his inner thoughts not easily revealed.

"Byron, I know you actually like too..." Kylie Fletcher’s voice choked a little, as she tried hard to control her emotions, fearing that getting too close might scare him away.

Because she had felt his love before, it was real and genuine.

How was she supposed to accept his sudden decision to leave?

"Byron..."

"Don’t co here anymore," the man said softly, his tone sowhat distant, "I don’t want my father to worry about ."

"But I can’t find you, and I don’t want to bother your father either."

"You don’t need to find ," he said in a deep voice, "Kylie, we’re not suitable for each other, I’ve already said this."

"What do you an by not suitable?" The girl grew anxious, "We haven’t even given each other a chance or really been together. How can you just decide we’re not suitable? On what grounds? I feel we’re perfectly suitable. More than suitable!"

"Would you be willing to live here with ?" Byron asked directly, turning his gaze to the window, "This remote, desolate place, full of mosquitoes in the sumr, and woken up by birds before dawn, could you get used to that?"

"..." Kylie was startled, sowhat hesitating, "Don’t test . Why do we have to live here? Are you forsaking society? What about when we have kids? Won’t you consider their schooling? I really don’t know what you’re worried about!"

But Byron seed resolute in his decision, unwilling to argue further.

And Kylie kept asking, "You’re unmarried, I’m not married, I like you, you like too, why can’t we be together?"

"Mismatch in social status, those six words should suffice, right?" Byron said, "I don’t want to hold you back, you can find soone better."

"Do you like ?" The girl pressed, her gaze firm, "Answer ! Do you like ?"

It was really hard to speak against his will, so Byron remained silent, choosing to evade this question.

But this evasiveness drove the person waiting for an answer mad.

"Byron..." She seed to have so much to say to him.

"Please leave," the man interrupted softly, his eyes cold, "I want to start creating."

"By..."

"Leave." He stepped forward and grasped her shoulders, guiding her toward the door, "Don’t co back to disturb ."

Kylie Fletcher was pushed out, and before she could react, he closed the door.

The word disturb was like a sharp dagger, stabbing into her heart, causing imnse pain!

She had tried so hard to find him, and he actually called it a disturbance?

Kylie did not knock on the door again, because she knew that even if she forced her way in, it would be aningless, all it would leave her with was embarrassnt.

She composed herself, forced down her sadness, and turned to go downstairs.

During this ti, Byron saw Kylie’s endorsent videos in the news, and more and more he felt that she was just like a swan, shining under the spotlight.

And he was satisfied simply admiring from afar, feeling happy without daring to hope for more.

On the way back to the city, Kylie Fletcher and Faye Turner sat in the back seat, with Uncle Lane driving.

Since Kylie didn’t ntion it, Faye didn’t ask anything.

But it was obvious that the young girl’s mood was particularly low, with tears seemingly gathered in her eyes, yet she held them back stubbornly, refusing to let them fall.

Who understands this feeling of unattainable love?

Until the car descended the mountain, Kylie turned to Faye with a smile, "Faye, could you recomnd Byron’s WeChat to ?"

"Sure." She imdiately took out her phone, sent a contact card, and Kylie received it, staring at the familiar profile picture, but didn’t add it imdiately, instead turning to thank her.

In the mountain forest, standing by the window of the second floor of the red-brick small villa, Byron watched the two girls get into the car.

Watching the car drive away with his own eyes, his heart felt empty, as if she had taken it away with her.

In retreating to the mountains, he felt like he was healing, but now, eting her again, his once-calm heart began to ripple.

Byron always rembered Kylie’s WeChat ID. He typed it into his phone, searched, and saw her familiar profile picture.

He hesitated for a long ti... ultimately, he didn’t send a request.

He couldn’t hold her back.

Because he is human, his heart is always filled with contradictions.