However, this time, Kevin Kyle waited for a long time, but Karen Daly did not appear again.
Kevin Kyle did not want to wait any longer. He began to look for her and did not let go of every corner of the room. He turned his side and called her name, "Karen, Karen—"
He searched for her again and again, but he couldn't find her.
"Kevin, I'm here. Why can't you find me? When did you become so stupid?"
Karen Daly's voice sounded behind Kevin Kyle again. He immediately looked back, but the room was still empty and there was no shadow of her.
"Karen—" He laid down on the bed, picked up the pillow that she often slept on, and sniffed it, inhaling her scent from the pillow.
Because he hadn't rested for a long time, Kevin Kyle fell asleep after a while.
When he was sleeping, someone poked his face with his finger and said, "Kevin, it's not fair. Why do you have such a good family background as well as such a beautiful face."
"Karen got you!" Kevin Kyle stretched out his hand and wanted to grab her hand, but he failed again.
Kevin Kyle suddenly woke up, and he was still alone in the room.
He could not see Karen Daly. He only felt empty in his heart, and there was a cold wind blowing from time to time.
He got up and walked to Karen Daly's desk. Beside him was a painting frame, which was her unfinished painting.
Kevin Kyle picked up the brush and wanted to fill her unfinished painting. The more he painted, the more he didn't know what he wanted to draw.
"Mr. Kevin Kyle, why are you so stupid to destroy my painting? I hate you so much."
"Karen, I—"
"Silly. Don't talk to me."
"Karen, don't hide anymore. Come and let me see you."
Why could he hear her voice but couldn't see her? Where was she hiding? Why couldn't he find her?
"Kevin, this place is too big, and it will be inconvenient for us to live here. Why don't we move back to the original place and live there?"
The crisp voice rang out again. Kevin Kyle suddenly thought of something. He rushed out of the car madly and drove back to Dreamland City where they lived when they were newly married.
Opening the door, there were two pairs of matching slippers on the shoe rack. The big one was his, and the small one was hers.
This was the first time they went shopping. She chose it. At that time, she blushed and said to him, "Mr. Kevin Kyle, are you willing to wear matching slippers with me?"
At that time, he did not speak but just nodded.
He did not like to wear that kind of childish shoes, but she liked it. So he was willing to accompany her, just because she was his wife. He hoped that she would be happy.
Because the house was often taken care of by their helpers, the house that had not been lived for a long time was still spotless, as if the two of them were still living here.
After walking through the entrance, he looked at the kitchen for the first time. In the past, every time he came back from work, she was always busy in the kitchen. When she heard the sound of him opening the door, she popped her head out of the kitchen and greeted him. "You're back. The dishes will be ready soon. You can wash up and set up."
"Okay." Kevin Kyle nodded and stared in the direction of the kitchen. It seemed that Karen Daly was still busy in the kitchen. She was cooking dishes that she was good at.
"Karen—" He called her name but dared not to get close to her again. After a few disappointment, he knew that as long as he got close to her, she would disappear from his eyes.
"Mr. Kyle, why are you still standing? Go wash your hands. You can eat soon." She turned back and said to him with a smile.
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