The man was wearing a light pink shirt. He looked a bit coquettish and had a unique smile on his face. However, his smile had not yet reached his eyes. With his amorous eyes, he looked cold.
Kamden.
Arielle didn't expect Kamden to be here. She hurriedly said, "Kamden! Kamden, please help me!"
Kamden chuckled and crouched down to look at her. "Arielle, I heard that you offended Hank, so I came over to plead for you. After all, the pot in this matter is on me. I didn't explain it clearly to you. But now, I don't think it's necessary." His eyes curved slightly. "In fact, you don't like me as much as you think."
Arielle burst into tears and said, "No, Kamden... Please listen to me... I was too anxious just now..."
If she knew that Kamden was here, she would not say such things to sow discord! "You don't have to explain." Kamden stood up.
with some disgust in her gentle eyes. "You'd better go to prison to atone for your sins... You should be glad that Hank didn't personally punish you, otherwise, you will be alive to gossip here?"
Arielle kept crying, but it was useless. No one paid attention to her.
Hank picked Sara up and entered another spacious and bright room. He let her sit on the sofa and asked, "Do you want some water?"
Sara was actually very nervous and nodded her head.
Hank poured her a glass of warm water.
"Get to know each other formally." Kamden sat opposite Sara and said with a smile, "Kamden, Hank's former comrade-in- arms are also high school classmates."
Sara nodded and said in a small voice, "Hello, my name is Sara."
Kamden raised her eyebrows. "When I first found out that Hank found a little girl as his wife, I had been wondering when this little girl would be choked to death by him. I didn't expect you to not only not die, but also become the sharpest in his heart. Little sister, you are very excellent."
Sara looked confused and asked, "What... is outstanding?"
Hank frowned. "What nonsense are you talking about with a child? If you're free recently, you'll deal with Arielle."
Kamden raised her hand, and there was some helplessness on her handsome face. "Well, well, it's my fault this time. I will clean it up. Then, I'll go back first?"
Hank glanced at him. "Aren't you a creature at night?"
Kamden smiled. The smile was a little unspeakable. At first glance, it looked a little impatient and irritable, but when looked at it carefully, it seemed to have some expectations and attachment. "... A little lover throwing a temper, go back and coax her."
Hank said coldly, "Get lost."
"Hey, then I'll get out." Kamden made a gesture of goodbye to Hank and then turned her head to Sara and said with a smile, "See you next time, little sister."
Sara waved her hand. "See you next time."
When Kamden left, Sara did not realize that she heard Arielle screaming in the room. Although the sound insulation here was very good and the door was closed, perhaps Arielle's scream was too loud so that people outside could still hear her.
"We are going back." Hank said, "The two men surnamed Jones have been thrown to the police station."
Sara put down the cup and nodded. She paused for a moment before saying, "Thank you."
"There's no need." Hank said, "Uncle didn't protect you this time."
Under the warm light, the man's facial outline was very three-dimensional, as if he were a work of art personally carved by God. There was no defects or any imperfection.
The fierceness between his eyebrows and eyes was diluted a little by the warm light, showing a kind of cool beauty. The bridge of his nose that stood up seemed to be cut by a knife, faintly carrying a blade-like pressure, but a bit evil in his eyes, which made people feel fearful and want to get close to it at the same time.
Sara looked up at him for a long time and whispered, "Uncle, can you come over?"
Hank paused and asked, "What's wrong?"
He took a few steps forward and stopped in front of Sara. Sara took off her mask and gathered her courage. She hugged his neck, knelt on the sofa, and tilted her head to kiss him on the lips.
At that moment, the cool and bitter smell of cigarettes filled the nasal cavity, and the touch on the lips was completely different from Hank's soft touch.
In the end, Sara did not have much courage. She moved away with a gentle touch. Even so, she still blushed. She turned her head and said softly, "This has nothing to do with you. It's all my fault. I'm very grateful that you've come to save me."
Because before this, no one was willing to care about her so much.
Hank was slightly surprised.
He had not expected that this girl would actually take the initiative to kiss him.
The man raised his hand and touched his lips with his thumb. He smiled and said, "Your gratitude is so light?"
Sara: "...
Hank pushed her to the back of the sofa and whispered, "Uncle will teach you."
Sara, "Oh!"
Sara's face was no longer swollen. It was not as horrible as before, but the injuries caused by cleaning on the concrete ground were still there, and it was particularly obvious on her white and tender cheeks.
She stood in front of the mirror and carefully applied a layer of scar cream, but her heart was still a little restless and afraid of leaving a scar.
She didn't really care about this face before, but recently, she had a strange feeling-if she was disfigured, Hank might abandon her ugly girl.
"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!" Aunt Lyons knocked on the door and said, "Come down and have dinner."
Sara quickly replied, put the ointment away, and put it back in the drawer.
Because of her injury, Hank asked Sara to take two days off. She was bored at home. After dinner, she went to her little farm and checked every seedling like a rich man checking his gold. After ensuring that they were all well-growing, she breathed a sigh of relief.
As it ran over with its tongue sticking out, Sara held it in her arms and suddenly remembered Simon.
The child hadn't called her since so long a time ago. She cared about it very much.
Because of the theft charges, Kinley was sent to prison. His father did not even hire a lawyer for her. He must be very disappointed with his wife. Simon should be much better now.
After thinking for a moment, she carried into the living room and took out her phone to make a call to Simon's home.
It was Sara who called the police to ask about the number when the police returned the jade bracelet to them last time.
After a while, the call was connected. It was Simon's voice. "Hello, who are you looking for?"
It was unclear whether it was because of the slow growth process or not, the 14-year-old child spoke with a bit of childishness, but cold. As soon as he heard it, he knew that it was not a good kid to get along with.