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After getting in the car, Olivia Lane checked the messages on her phone once she sat in the back seat.
William Lane sitting next to her, fastened her seat belt: âYouâre such a lazybones.â
âWhen youâre around, of course Iâm lazy.â
âYouâre pretty brazen about it.â William fastened her belt and sat down himself.
âOf course.â Olivia finished, put away her phone after a while, and casually asked, âBrother, are you still leaving?â
âYeah.â William responded, âIâll take you to school the day after tomorrow, and then Iâll go to F Continent.â
âIs it really that urgent?â Olivia frowned, âCanât you stay a few more days?â William stayed silent, lips pressed together.
Olivia glanced at him, her lips moved as if to say something but then swallowed it back. A few seconds later, she spoke, âSister⦠She might not be there anymore.â
Williamâs fingertips curled on his leg. After a moment, he looked out the window and said, âBut if sheâs not there, where would she be?â
Every possible location had been searched.
Such a vast sea area, every method and technology available had been used.
In the end, only a longevity lock was found.
As for her⦠alive, she couldnât be found, deadâ¦
William suddenly clenched his hand; he really couldnât accept any other outcome.
Ten years had passed, and the entire Lane family had been avoiding another outcome.
It felt like comfort, yet also like hope.
As the years went by, hope dwindled, but the search for her never ended â like a small flame that would never burn out.
âF Continent has so many people, do you have to go there personally?â Olivia asked.
William remained silent, tacitly agreeing.
Olivia stared at him for a moment, then turned her gaze back to the window and grumbled, âCanât you spare more time to be with me?â
âOliviaâ¦â William looked at her, paused, and said, âIâm sorry.â
âI donât need your apology.â Olivia retorted, âWhat good does saying sorry do?
You all like my sister, not me.â
Hearing her words, William chuckled, âLet me see, which ungrateful little person is saying this.â
âHmph.â Olivia snorted.
William reached out and grasped her wrist, gently pinching: âIâll try my best to come home more often.â
âHmph.â Olivia snorted softly again, showing that she found his words unconvincing.
William said, âYou better focus on your studies. If you cause trouble again, I canât guarantee that Grandpa wonât return from Oxford City and punish you.â
Olivia pursed her lips and fell silent.
William looked at her and heaved a soft sigh.
When Daisy Zane returned to the parking lot and headed to the elevator, a figure suddenly appeared from the side.
She instinctively struck out with her hand.
Her hand was faster than her eyes, and only then did she see that it was Kevin Clark.
Luckily, Kevin reacted quickly and raised his hand to grab her wrist. He even lightly pinched it, joking, âCan this be considered domestic violence?â â Daisy loosened her grip and said, âWhat are you doing here?â
âWaiting for you.â
âDidnât you ask someone from the Lane family to help? Why are you still waiting here?â
Kevin didnât answer this question, instead saying, âSeven minutes. Youâre overdue.â
âI havenât been active in a long time, and I didnât hold back.â
Kevin laughed, âAre you still angry?
Daisy raised her brow, âItâs alright.â
Verbally venting her anger at Morris felt a bit better, but she couldnât help wanting to hit Billy hard, fearing that the next few days, or even ten days, wouldnât go smoothly.
âNow that youâre not angry anymore.â Kevin led her before him, removed her mask, âHow about relieving my jealousy as well?â
Daisy Zane looked up at him, the scrutinizing meaning in her eyes quite evident: âThird Master, I think you should be more generous.â
âFor you, I canât be generous to anyone.â Kevin Clarkâs narrow eyes stared at her.
A sense of oppression slowly closed in on her.
Daisy Zane blinked gently, very clearly feeling Kevin Clarkâs crazy possessiveness.
Like drawing boundaries around territory, her own domain, not allowing any person the slightest bit of infringement.
She kept her composure and said, âSo much effort?â
âIâm already restraining myself.â Kevin Clark swept her loose hair behind her ear. âSoâ¦do you want to compliment me?â
Kevin Clark didnât want to hinder her from making any friends. That was her freedom, and he had no right to interfere.
But he couldnât control his own possessiveness either.
He didnât want to see his little girl wearing other peopleâs clothes, nor did he want to hear someone calling her so affectionately.
But unfortunately, his coat wasnât with him, and he couldnât force Joseph Allen to change his words.
Nor could he change the positions of those people in her heart.
Each of them was very important to her.
He even felt that there was no difference between him and them in her heart. Whatâs more, if something happened one day, he could be broken up with and abandoned. But the relationships between her and the others would never change.
However he looked at it, his variability seemed greater.
In a word, at present, he felt very insecure, so much so that he couldnât restrain his possessiveness.
Daisy Zane stared at him as if she understood what Kevin Clark was thinking.
She suddenly took another step forward and then grabbed Kevin Clarkâs collar, pulling him into a bow and kissing him on the lips.
Once, twice, three timesâ¦
Kevin Clark had experienced being grabbed by the collar before. He understood her intentions the moment she moved.
So the instant her lips pressed against his, he embraced her, taking the initiative and kissing her gently.
In the vast parking lot, in this small corner, not exactly a hidden place, someone could appear at any time.
But between them, there was only each other, their souls constantly drawing closer.
After a long time, Daisy Zane leaned against his chest, and Kevin Clark finally let her go.
She had applied a faint lipstick on her lips, which had been smudged around the edges.
But the color of her lips was even redder than before.
Kevin Clark gently pecked the corners of her lips twice. His heart was racing fast, so his breath was somewhat rushed. He said with a smile, âThe lipstick got smudged outside.â
Daisy Zane didnât pay much attention to the remark. She loosened her grip on his collar and the clothes were now wrinkled. She took a light breath and asked, âHas your jealousy subsided?â
Kevin Clark took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the lipstick for her. âHalf subsided.â
âThe other half youâll have to digest yourself.â Daisy Zaneâs voice became hoarser due to the cold, âHard to please.â
Kevin Clark laughed softly, âLittle girl, your difficult times are yet to come.â
Daisy Zane: ââ¦Really?â
âYour tone indicates disbelief.â
Daisy Zane didnât say anything, but her raised eyebrows showed defiance and provocation.
Kevin Clark wiped her lipstick and kissed her again, âBe defiant, there will always be a day when youâll be honest.â
Daisy Zane raised her eyebrows again, took the handkerchief trom him, and wiped his lips too.
The action was not gentle, somewhat casual. She stuffed the handkerchief back into his hand, turned around, and went to the elevator. Kevin Clark put the handkerchief away and followed her.
They waited for the elevator for a while.
As the elevator was about to arrive, Daisy Zane suddenly turned her head and said, âKevin Clark.â
âHmm?â
âDonât worry, youâre better-looking than them all..â