Chapter 6 The Return of the Childhood Playmate (Part Two)

"I'm sorry. I didn't expect such a thing to happen as soon as I came back."

"Well, I am surprised that my Grandma chooses you."

"What? Do you think I don't deserve you?"

I glanced at him and knew that he wouldn't have that kind of thought on me. So I said, "What are you talking about? You are my brother."

The cold eyes of Hale came up in my mind again. I tightened the ceramic doll in my hand and turned around with a smile. "Brother Alan, are you still leaving after you come back? I guess you won't leave, will you?"

"Leave?" There was one thing he wanted to strive for more than the future of his life, he thought.

Noticing that he was absent-minded, I waved my hand in front of him. Then he came to his senses and said, "I don't think I will leave now and I will stay in the previous army."

"Oh? Then you have a high starting point."

"I'm flattered, Miss Miller." He grinned.

When it was past ten, many guests left. After standing for a long time, my legs hurt badly. He insisted that I send him to the gate. He looked at my clothes and said, "Go inside. It's too cold outside."

I didn't say anything. The wind at night was so strong that it hurt on my face. After watching him leave, I entered the room and saw Hale standing in the corridor. Thinking of his cold expression, I ignored him and strode back to my room.

As soon as the high-heeled shoes were taken off, there were two big blisters on the heels, and my eyes brimmed with tears in pain. But I didn't have the courage to prick it. In the eyes of outsiders, Daisy was a strong and beautiful woman. However, who knew that in fact, I was extremely afraid of pain. I wondered if I should squeeze it out directly.

"Don't touch it. You have to prick it with a needle." When Hale came in, he naturally squatted in front of me and put my feet on his knees.

"Why are there so many blisters? Aren't you used to wearing high heels shoes?" He asked.

"It's none of your business? Get out!"

He didn't say anything. He glanced at me and continued to observe the blisters.

I turned my head around unnaturally, grabbing my doll pillow and pulling its hair from time to time. Hale looked through me. He said, "You deserve it."

Then he stood up and went out. I thought he didn't care about me anymore, so I decided to let it go and directly lay on the bed. However, he came back with a medical kit and looked down at me. "Get up!"

I sat up suddenly and he took out the needle. I was so scared that I curled up my feet. Hale was not gentle at all. He rudely pulled my feet back on his knees and said, "It seems that you have a good conversation with the commander's grandson."

I rolled my eyes and said, "He is my brother I know since childhood. Do you have any problem? Hiss..."

How much hatred he had? He didn't tell me before he disinfected the wound and directly put the needle on it. I knew that man was rude. Although I had complaints, I still held down the impulse to slap him, because my foot was still in his hand. I didn't dare to act rashly.

"Daisy, don't you know what your Grandmother means?"

"I know. But I am still young. At most, I'm engaged. After that, I can break off it like most of the people did. What's more, Alan doesn't love me at all."

"How do you know?"

"He takes me as his sister." I saw that he had finished the pricking and was applying a band aid for me. Obviously, he was more gentle while doing it.

"Since you are so hospitable, I will let bygones be bygones. You have to be more careful when you enter the company. Don't cross my bottom line. If you do... Humph..." I clenched my wrist with a crackling sound.

With a perfunctory smile, Hale turned around and left expressionlessly.

I rolled back and forth on the bed. Suddenly, I felt a pain in my waist. I reached out my hand and took out a small bag.

'Oh, I remember it. Isn't it aunt's stuff?

"But I've never heard that she has a child."

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Who is it?" I hid it under the pillow in a hurry.

My aunt stood at the door with a glass of milk in her hand.

"What's up?"

She was so embarrassed that she didn't know whether she should leave or get in.

I parted my lips said, "Come in."

She slowly came in, put the milk on my the table bedside, and said slowly, "I heard from the servants that you will drink a glass of milk every day before sleeping. I warmed it just now. Drink it before it get cold." After saying that, she took a look at my pillow. I felt a little guilty and stuffed a corner of the bag into it. She didn't say anything.

I glanced at her suspiciously and said impatiently, "Why are you treating me well?" Anyway, she had seen it, so I had no need to hide it anymore. "Well, you came here for this, right?"

I threw the small bag to her, but she didn't open it immediately. She just asked me, "Did you see the photo inside?"

"Ah, um... Um... I didn't mean to see it. It fell out by accident. I didn't mean to pry into your privacy."

She asked, "Do you have time?"

"What?"

"I will leave here tomorrow and will not come back. You... Could you give me an hour tomorrow morning?"

"For what?" In fact, I was not so familiar with her, even like a stranger. Why did she invite me?

"Half past eight tomorrow morning. I'll wait for you at the XS Cemetery."

"What? Half past eight? SX Cemetery? Hey... Hey..." She left so fast. I wanted to tell her that I couldn't go there tomorrow...