The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

Chapter 439: Chapter 388 Hypnosis_2

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Busy with returning home, once again we headed for Mountain Sea Continent and Kevin Clark was injured again, in the hospital, our beds were always placed side by side.

“Arm.” Daisy Zane said with her eyes closed.

“Is it a bit stiff?”

“No.” Daisy Zane responded, “Be careful.”.

“It’s fine.” Kevin Clark gently patted her as he watched her long eyelashes, after a moment he said, “Charles’ adoption has been finalized.”

“You’re now his legal father.”

Kevin Clark gave a gentle laughter, saying warmly, “Have you noticed Charles looks more and more like me?”.

“You should thank your lucky stars I’ve witnessed Charles’s growth from a cell to his birth, and then growing up so big.” Daisy Zane’s voice gradually blurred, “Otherwise, I would have reason to suspect the rumors about Third Master Clark’s promiscuity.”

“He’s also like you, his little expressions are all very similar to yours.”

Daisy Zane felt Kevin Clark’s hand moving from her back to her waist.

The feeling magnified, she couldn’t help but be attracted by Kevin Clark’s rhythmic pats.

She intended to ask him to move his hand to a different spot, but before she could speak, Kevin Clark suddenly said something else.

“Was Charles very cute when he was a child?”

Daisy Zane felt his hand while speaking: “When he was a child… he was ugly when he was born, wrinkled and all red.”

Kevin Clark looked down at her face.

“Later on, he began to look a bit better.” Daisy Zane continued, “Or maybe it’s because I view him through rose-colored glasses since he’s my child, I always feel like he’s very good looking.”

“In Continent A, was it always you who took care of him?”

“Almost.” Daisy Zane said, “When Jack was around, I would take care of him whenever I had the time. Later on, it was entirely Wilton Edwards and I who took care of him.”

“Wilton Edwards… he has been taking care of you all along?”

Daisy Zane’s voice was still blurred, but now had a robotic undertone: “Yes. From the time I remember… Wilton Edwards has always been taking care of me. You could say he watched me grow up.”

Listening to her voice, Kevin Clark’s hand on her waist stopped for moment.

He dared not move, looking down at Daisy Zane.

His lips moved slightly but no words came out.

After a while, he pursed his lips and asked softly, “What about Edward Kirsten? Does he like Charles?”

Daisy Zane was silent for two seconds: “No.”

“What kind of person is Edward Kirsten?” Kevin Clark asked.

“He…” Daisy Zane knitted her brows slightly and was silent for a while: “He treats me very well, really well. Harris Kirsten says he suffers from emotional detachment, that he has no feelings for anything or anyone. To him, there is only right and wrong. For instance… taking care of Harris is his responsibility. But he treats me well, and he likes me a lot.”

Kevin Clark quietly listened to her.

“He cares a lot about every aspect of my life, and is very supportive of what I want to learn. His care for me is thorough.” Daisy Zane said, “But he’s a bad person, he kills. He is crazy, he kills anyone. He even wanted to kill Charles.”

Daisy Zane knitted her brows tightly, her hand clutching Kevin Clark’s clothes suddenly tightened. She murmured: “Killing is wrong. I… I am… I am… Grandfather said… said… I, I am supposed to protect everyone, I can’t kill.”

Daisy Zane’s words were disconnected, barely audible.

Kevin Clark clenched his fingertip, forcing himself not to touch her. He paused, then slowly guided her, “Do you remember the first time you met Edward Kirsten?”

Her grip on his clothes loosened slightly: “I remember. At the hospital. March 19. The first person I saw when I opened my eyes was him. He said he found me and named me Enigma.”

Kevin Clark’s fingertips trembled slightly as he looked at the person in his arms, following her memories he asked, “Did you see his face the first time?”

“Yes.”

“What…what did he look like?” Kevin Clark asked this question with gritted teeth.

“He…he….” Daisy Zane tightened her grip on Kevin Clark’s clothes again, sweat forming on her forehead, “He… ”

Daisy Zane frowned, it suddenly seemed as if many voices poured into her ears.

“Little Enigma, do you miss your brother?”

“Little Enigma, get up. You’re being lazy again.”

“Look, these are the gifts your brother brought for you.”

“Little Enigma, your brother tells you, your brother has not only killed Mason Davis’s family, your brother has killed many others.”

“That child was only four years old, Enigma helped your brother find him. Enigma helped your brother kill him.”