Hearing what the two passers-by had said, Kevin Kyle's hand stopped short on the door handle. He immediately looked towards Karen who was seated in the passenger seat.
When he noticed that Karen Daly did not have any significant reaction, he slowly calmed down.
"Kevin, what's wrong?" Karen asked worriedly.
Today, Kevin was a little different from his usual self. She could feel it, but she couldn't pinpoint the difference.
Perhaps it was Kevin's lack of focus today. When he was with her earlier, she could feel that he was thinking about something else.
Usually, when Kevin was with her, he would give his full attention to her. But today, it didn't feel like that.
Kevin was easily distracted today. Perhaps it was because of the work pressure at Rovio. Had he encountered some problems that he couldn't solve?
Karen wanted to help, but she didn't knowhow.
"I'm fine." Kevin helped Karen fasten the seat belt, closed the door, and walked around the front of the car to his driver's seat.
"Kevin Karen called him, "If you are too tired, you should take a break from work and just rest for a few days."
Karen hadn't seen Kevin having any rest day for a good few months. He was either busy with this or that. She was worried to see him so tired.
Kevin responded, "I'm not tired!"
this was always the case!
He was not tired again!
Karen had no idea how many times he had said that. Ahh this man!
He was not a robot, how could he not be tired?
Karen looked at him, feeling both angry and distressed. "I am not going to let you say that you're not tired anymore."
Kevin reached out to pat her head and chuckled. "As long as you and our daughter stay by my side, I will be fine and will never be tired."
Kevin was telling the truth.
Karen attempted to say something, but Kevin pulled her head over and kissed her gently.
He had always liked to shut her up with this
method.
It took them half an hour or so to return to Secret Garden.
Kevin turned off the car engine and got off...
All of a sudden, a black Mercedes-Benz sped towards where Kevin was standing.
The security guards rushed over and tried to stop it, but they were too slow... The black Mercedes-Benz suddenly braked and stopped in front of Kevin.
If it was stopped just slightly later, the black Mercedes- Benz would have knocked Kevin out. It was just inches away from Kevin.
However, even at this distance, Kevin's expression remained unchanged. He stood straight and still, and did not even move his feet at all. It seemed that he knew the man would not hit him.
He raised his vision slightly to look at George Ken, who was in the car. He did not speak, and his expression was as cold as usual. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
George opened the car door and got off. His eyes under the sunglasses were cold and fierce... If he had not seen Karen here earlier, he would not have stepped on the brake. He wanted to send this evil murderer to meet his father.
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