He had a fierce and hostile appearance, radiating a manly aura.
The muscles on Hank's body were not abnormally large. It was different with bodybuilders. His body was lean, having been trained throughout the dangerous journey of his life. Every muscle was still powerful and full of strength.
Sara blushed at first glance. She quickly covered her face with her hands and whined, "You... Why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
Hank looked at his long pants lying lazily on his hips and raised his eyebrows, "Am I not?"
Sara bit her red lips and thought, covering her eyes as she got up. She randomly pulled a black blouse out of the wardrobe and handed it to him, or you'll catch a cold." Put it on...
Hank was speechless.
He took the blouse and put it on casually, buttoned it and sat beside Sara, "Have you finished your homework?"
She breathed a sigh of relief as she uncovered her eyes, nodding, "I'm almost done."
Hank took a look at her book and said with a smile, "Your handwriting is quite good."
Sara was slightly flattered by the compliment. She mumbled, "Thanks, Master Bishop."
Hank stroked her long hair, leaning beside her lazily. His thoughts were incomprehensible. His gorgeous eyes were down, looking distant.
Sara was holding a pen, a line of poem came to her mind.
"Sometimes, you look at me. Sometimes, you look at the clouds. I feel you are closer when you looking at the sky, but distant when you look into my eyes." Sara thought.
Now... Hank gave her that feeling.
His cold and evilly fierce appearance and his volatile personality made him appear dangerous. He was like a bomb, no one knew when it would go off.
The dinner was lavish. It had Lobster, truffle.
foie gras.... every single dish was expensive.
Sara had a small appetite, she didn't eat much. She felt full after she had a plate of rice.
After dinner, Hank suddenly said, "Go out with me."
Sara looked at him in confusion, "Why?"
"Hey kid." Hank narrowed his eyes. As he was looking down, it accentuated his long eyelashes, looking aggressive. He stroked her chin, "Why are you asking so much? Uncle isn't going to sell you off."
Sara was wordless.
After they got into the car, Sara was not used to being so close to Hank. Hence, she leaned against the window, pretending to look at the scenery outside.
Hank didn't bother her. He frowned while reading a report.
It was seven o'clock in the evening, the streets were going to light up. The Bishop family's mansion was located in the middle of the mountain. On the way down the mountain, strips lights as the car were moving at a high speed along the streets. It was a beautiful sight.
When they got down from the mountain, neon lights and LED screens were even brighter, merging into a sea of lights. People were strolling around, making the place lively.
As the wind was blowing, Sara's face was half covered by her hair. Lifting her bangs, she sneaked a glance at Hank. Hank had already finished reading the report and thrown the file aside. He was looking at his phone, spinning a black and silver lighter with his slender fingers.
She did not speak, turning to face the window. Then, Hank asked in a husky voice, "Hey kid, are you happy at school?"
Sara smiled subconsciously, "Yes, I'm very happy."
It might be Sara's illusion, but at that moment, she saw a hint of malice in Hank's eyes. However, it was quickly covered by profound darkness.
Hank spun the lighter as he asked, "Have you made friends?"
"Yeah." Sara nodded, "I made a friend."
"Is she nice to you?"
"Yes."
When they got down from the mountain, neon lights and LED screens were even brighter, merging into a sea of lights. People were strolling around, making the place lively.
As the wind was blowing, Sara's face was half covered by her hair. Lifting her bangs, she sneaked a glance at Hank. Hank had already finished reading the report and thrown the file aside. He was looking at his phone, spinning a black and silver lighter with his slender fingers.
She did not speak, turning to face the window. Then, Hank asked in a husky voice, "Hey kid, are you happy at school?"
Sara smiled subconsciously, "Yes, I'm very happy."
It might be Sara's illusion, but at that moment, she saw a hint of malice in Hank's eyes. However, it was quickly covered by profound darkness.
Hank spun the lighter as he asked, "Have you made friends?"
"Yeah." Sara nodded, "I made a friend."
"Is she nice to you?"
"Yes."
Hank slowly turned his head. His handsome face was dim in the warm lights in the car, looking kind of subdued. There was a slight sadness in his voice, "Do you like her?"
Sara did not reply and then frowned.
Her sixth sense was telling her that Hank was extremely dangerous now. Although his expression still looked the same as before, she dared not to say anything anymore.
Bella let out a heavy cough while driving and said, "Master, it's Freya. She's a sincere girl, so I asked her to take care of Miss Martin. Miss Martin has a good temper, I guess she is against speak ill of others? But I know that Freya has many bad habits."
Sara was puzzled, she didn't understand why Bella was suddenly badmouthing his cousin. When she looked at him in confusion, Bella was winking at her intermittently.
Sara was speechless.
She tugged her shirt and said while looking down, "I like Master Bishop."
Hank smiled, pulling Sara closer to him. He looked into hers eyes and asked,"Really?"
She nodded obediently.
Hank kissed her on the forehead, "Good girl."
Bella let out a sigh of relief. Luckily Miss Martin was smart enough. Otherwise, he might have to collect his cousin's dead body on the next day!
Hank stopped the video playing on his phone. If Sara didn't feel light-headed by the kiss, she would have noticed that he was watching the video surveillance in Scrollania College.
Hank pinched Sara's hand and simpered, "Good children deserve reward."
When she saw the familiar hospital building, she paused for a moment and asked, "Master Bishop, are you here to visit someone?"
Hank was sitting on the wheelchair comfortably. He rubbed his chin and replied flatly, "Yes."
Sara glanced at the hospital ward. She was very familiar with that place because her grandfather was there. Ever since her grandfather fell sick, she often came here to take care of him. Therefore, she knew that place very well.
At the thought of her grandfather, Sara's heart softened. She was thinking of asking Hank's permission for a leave of absence to visit her grandfather later, while he was visiting someone else.
Hmm...I haven't seen grandpa for ages.
She showed a smile on her face subconsciously. She spoke softly, "I am very familiar with this place. Which ward are you going to go to?"
Hank said, "It's on the fifth floor."
Sara was even happier as her grandfather was also on the fifth floor!
She wheeled Hank into the elevator and went up to the fifth floor. There were not many people in the corridor at that hour. She saw her grandfather's ward at a glance. Her eyes were bright and gentle, but she didn't move. She asked, "Master Bishop, which ward are you going to?"