Kevin reached out and gently rubbed Karen's head. "No matter what you do, you must have ideas first. If you don't have ideas, how can you succeed? When the company recruits employees, I pay great attention to their imagination."
When he said this, his tone was mixed with the tone of a leader, which made Karen feel that she was walking with the cold director of the company, and not with her husband.
However, Karen did not mind Kevin accompanying her at all.
He was a person willing to listen to her unrealistic thoughts and she appreciated that deeply.
She added, "Not to mention that I won't be able to earn that much money in my entire life, even if one day, I'm lucky enough to win the first prize in the lottery, I won't even be able to get the approval of the government to do that."
Karen was very clear that this was only an idea, a beautiful dream she had weaved for herself. It was not only in this life but also a dream that could not be realized in the next life.
Hearing her disappointed tone, Kevin did not say anything to comfort her, but he held her hand more tightly.
At the same time, Kevin also noticed that when she was talking about all this, in her plan, in her fantasy, she was alone, and he, as her husband, was not a part of it.
After a while, Karen could not resist her sleepiness due to alcohol. She yawned and tried hard to keep her eyes open.
In her daze, she vaguely felt Kevin taking off his coat to cover her body. He held her in his arms and patted her on the back with his thick palm.
Perhaps this was only an illusion caused by alcohol, but she was still very optimistic. She was willing to believe that this beautiful moment was real and that she could still have happiness after being abandoned by so many people.
Yes, she worked so hard to live, so hard, didn't she want to live a happier life?
Now that happiness was waving to her, she seemed to be getting closer and closer to it. Thinking about it, she was almost about to fall into a sweet dream.
Later, Karen could not remember anything. She didn't know how she had gotten home and how she came to bed. Anyway, when she woke up, she was only wearing a nightgown, it was just like the last time at Ocean Behae Villa.
This time, she was not as surprised as then. It seemed that she knew that even if she had been drunk senseless, Kevin would not touch her.
She raised her head slightly and saw a man in a silver-gray suit sitting on the sofa by the window, reading the newspaper.
Over the month, every day when she opened her eyes, she had looked at the figure sitting by the window. It seemed that it had become a simple habit.
"You're awake." Hearing her voice, Kevin looked up. His eyes were clear and cold as if the man who kissed her hard and walked with her last night was not him at all.
However, compared with Kevin's cold reaction as usual, what made Karen more surprised was that Momo was curled up next to his feet.
Yesterday, Momo had even wanted to drive away from this "third party" who had broken into their "mother and daughter" relationship, but today, she was docile and lay beside Kevin's feet. From time to time, she rubbed her little head on Kevin's feet, and was so well-behaved.
"The relationship between a man and a dog changing in one night. What had happened between them that she did not know of?"
"Morning!" Seeing that Kevin in a good relationship with Momo, Karen spoke animatedly.
Hearing her voice, Momo immediately ran over, wagging her tail and jumping onto the bed. She threw herself into Karen's arms and whined a few times playfully.
Karen touched her head. "Good girl, I'm very pleased to see you and Uncle Kevin getting along well."
Kevin put down the newspaper in his hand and strode over. He picked Momo up and said, "Let's go out first, and wait for you to join our breakfast."
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