CHAPTER 415 A WISHFUL THINKING

Kent didn't come to eat with him, but Alan found that Olive was staring at him after he hung up the phone.

"Why are you looking at me like that. Is there anything on my face?"

Olive's eyes moved. She blinked twice, pretending to be cute, "Mr. Hoyle, when did you become a relationship expert?"

Alan smiled, "Kent is smart, but his EQ is really low. He always likes to use his own standards to demand others. That girl is tough and stubborn and has a generation gap with him. Naturally, they would break up."

"Since that girl doesn't like him, he'd better stop pestering her." Although the age gap didn't matter in relationships, there needed to be resonance between two lovers.

"That girl may indeed have fallen in love with him, but it takes time for her to realize that clearly."

The spectators see the chess game better than the players. Sometimes Alan was anxious for Kent.

Sometimes you kept meeting people whom you didn't like, while you would never have the chance to be with the one you liked even though she was around.

Few women could resist Kent’s charm. Faced with the many tempting conditions this man brought out, that girl was stubborn and even scolded Kent for being a hollow shell with only money.

At that time, Alan was amused by this and took a different view of that girl.

But Olive hadn't seen that girl. She couldn't help expressing sympathy and concern, "It always feels like a strange middle-aged man is abducting a little loli.

She didn't know if it was a curse or a blessing to be fancied by Kent. She hoped that Kent would settle down and be down-to-earth after meeting that girl.

"That is Kent's own emotional problem. He should deal with it on his own. We are outsiders who should stay out of it."

"How does the girl look like?" Olive asked curiously.

"She is just an ordinary girl, who doesn't even know how to dress up herself. There is nothing special about her."

Olive was slightly surprised. She thought that Kent would only like beautiful women. Unexpectedly, he took a fancy to ordinary girls.

"Isn't that a little weird?" He also had the same idea. Maybe the most important thing in relationships was the crush they had on each other and the tacit mutual understanding. Content © copyrighted by .

"Maybe he is tired of delicacies and wants to try something mild and insipid." Olive was still suspicious.

"No." Alan defended his friend. "I have known him for so many years. He indeed didn't take relationships seriously. At first, I had the same idea, but I didn’t expect him to be serious this time. Everything has its vanquisher. No matter how powerful a person is, there will always be someone who can hold him down in this world, just like me. I was subdued by you."

Olive hummed twice, and mischievously stretched out her hand to mess up his hair, "Yes, I did, in case you would bring trouble to other women."

"I have never done that." Alan deliberately added, "I would only do that to you."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that what he said made sense. If it hadn't been for him, she would not have had such a hard time in the past five years.

Olive didn't know what he was thinking. She only thought he was teasing her again and glanced at him sulkily.

It took them more than an hour to finish the pleasant dinner. When she was cleaning the table, she didn't let him help, and she carried the pile of plates and went downstairs alone.

When she came back with the fruit tray, he had already moved the candles to the glass room, and put them in the shape of a heart in front of the couch. Seeing this, she was dumbfounded.

"Do you know magic?"

"No, but I can do some tricks." Alan pretended to be mysterious. He sat on the couch and patted the place beside him, indicating her to sit next to him.

Although it was not advisable to sit immediately after a meal, if you follow the rule strictly, your life would be less fun. She happily plunged her head into his arms, then she lay down, with her head resting on his legs, facing him, her fingers playing with a corner of his clothes.

"The old said that after death, people will become stars in the sky. After we die, which two will we become?"

"We won't become stars." Alan stroked her hair, which was black and supple.

"Of course I know we won't turn into stars. That's a lie to children. We need some fantasies, otherwise, life will be boring, won't it?'

"I will be reincarnated with you with the memory of our previous life. I'll find you on the day of your eighteenth birthday, propose to you, marry you on your 20th birthday, and take you around the world."

"Nice idea. But no one can be reincarnated." Olive sighed.

Alan smiled and did not respond, because he knew that reincarnation was just a legend. He should cherish what he had and be glad that he had a lot of time to spend with her.

The deeper the night, the more stars in the sky. The sound of insects and frogs on the ground could be heard.

"Both of us are almost over 30 years old. Don't you think it's a little childish for us to wait for the meteor shower?"