Again, My Love

"It must have been mentioned a lot recently!"

Hester sighed, feeling depressed. She didn't want to be treated as a patient and protected carefully all the time.

"It seems that you don't want to be cared about?"

Jackson smiled bitterly and didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. It seemed that she really didn't want to be mentioned!

"But isn't it a happy thing that someone cares about you? When I was very young, I wanted to be cared for by others. It's a pity that the adoptive parents only focused on my frail younger brother, but never said soft words to me!"

The topic suddenly became very heavy. Hester's hands were forcefully clasped together, but she was very guilty. There was an irresistible sense of loss in his words. He had never been hypocritical.

However, what suppresses her was not his rare true feelings, but his adoptive parents.

"You..."

With a helpless sigh, Jackson turned his head to look at Hester, the smile on his lips never fading away. It was just a well-known thing, and he had already been used to it.

Although the Gu family was now under his control, only he knew his identity clearly in his heart. He was just a miser with a lot of shackles on his body, very restrained.

When he was exhausted, he couldn't pour it out. He could only swallow the pain in his heart. It was really ridiculous!

"I'm also an orphan, but my life is better than yours. I'm a man, so I don't have to be forced by love and suffer!"

Not used to his sentimental look, Hester sat on the side, restless. She didn't like to be mentioned about adopting, so she didn't know how to comfort him.

The self-mockery and helplessness in his tone were so obvious that it was hard to understand.

"Well, I was also adopted. I'm almost the same as you!"

It seemed that the most beautiful words in the world were the powerless and pale

at that time.

The passers-by around them were in a hurry and refused to give a glance. He was in a foreign country and couldn't communicate with others.

The desperation and pain surrounded him urgently, strangling his throat, making him unable to make a sound.

"Are you okay?"

Hester timidly looked at the man in front of her. She could clearly feel his pain, but she was easily pushed thousands of miles away by him. It was really uncomfortable that Jackson was unwilling to open his heart.

She didn't think she was a person with heavy curiosity, but maybe it was because he was too similar to her that they had some sympathy for each other.

She couldn't comfort a person, but she always felt sorry in her heart.

She didn't care about others' sympathy, because only the weak wanted it. Jackson's eyes were slightly raised, full of arrogance.

He had long abandoned the feeling that belonged to the weak, but he didn't know why he would do so much today. He couldn't help but tell them all. It didn't seem to be his own personality!

"I'm fine now. I can easily do what I can't do before. What's ridiculous is that I still can't do anything! The enemy is dead. Even if I own money and power now, it's still useless."