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At this time, it was Indra who was standing behind Paul, as Merry innocently asked, his hands trembled and almost pushed the wheelchair.

Was this little girl really that curious, or deliberately provoking his master's anger?

But when he looked carefully at the girl's eyes which were as clear as water, she didn't look like a woman with deep thoughts.

Maybe, she's just outright blunt!

Indra quietly rubbed his forehead, staggered behind the wheelchair, and quietly looked at Paul's face.

At this moment, the remnants of the sun setting in the sky were starting to get buried at the end of the mountain.

Paul stared at Merry for a moment, and although he didn't speak, he raised his hands above his head with a strange expression.

Merry blinked at him with her big eyes, thinking that she might have said something wrong and poked at a sensitive topic.

The little girl corrected her sitting posture again, raised her mouth, trying to make herself look like a dignified woman. "Grandfather, I was just casually asking, no need to care."

Merry's appearance is very cute, innocent and colored with a little honesty.

Paul looked at her and didn't know how to speak for a while.

The atmosphere continued to freeze under the gazes from both sides.

Indra couldn't take it anymore. He bent down and reminded Paul in his ear. "Master, don't you want to say something to her?"

Paul glanced at him and waved his hand. "You, get out of here."

"This..." Indra felt dilemmatic.

However, he and his master had always stayed together in the last few years. Once Paul decided to become a monk, the butler also went to the temple with him.

Although the little girl in front of him looked harmless, he was still hesitating for safety reasons.

Perhaps because he was thinking too much, Paul waved his hand again. "Don't go too far, wait behind the door."

"Okay, just call me if you need me!"

After the old man left, Merry looked back and bit the corner of her mouth, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

She slowly turned her gaze to look at Paul once more, and there was a hint of pity and sympathy in her twinkling eyes.

The little girl felt that Paul must have gone through the saddest thing, maybe that's why he became a monk.

No wonder Chris has never offended his parents for years, it turns out that there is a story behind it.

At this time, Paul sighed softly, and forcefully suppressed the complex emotions in his heart. When he lifted his eyes and met Merry's gaze, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched.

If his hunch was right, the little girl looked at him sympathetically. Did she pity him?!

Damn it!

Paul was suddenly annoyed.

He was used to seeing people with bad intentions in his life, and he was not a good person himself.

In front of Merry, who had a pure mind, some words were difficult to say!

Perhaps, the girl's eyes were too clean to be stained with earthly dust and dirt, and seemed to be able to dispel those gloomy thoughts.

Paul frowned, his expression gradually becoming gloomy.

He endured the surprise brought by Merry, and finally opened his tone stiffly, "Little girl, listen to my words. How about you leave my child?"

Merry did not understand what was hidden under his expression.

She gave a very suspicious 'Ah', and then asked, "Grandpa, why should I leave Brother Chris?"

Paul then said coldly, "Then let me change my question. Do you like him? At such a young age, what can you do for Chris? What can you bring for him? If you really love each other, can you guarantee that you won't drag him behind?"

Paul's straightforward statement caused Merry to be in a daze.

The corners of her mouth opened slightly and she was dumbfounded.

"Grandpa, you misunderstood! Brother Chris and I ..."

The little girl subconsciously wanted to refute, but in the middle of the conversation, she fell silent.

At this time, many feelings that she did not understand gradually became clear, including the cautious thoughts that once made her entangled.

How much did she like Chris?

This sentence was like a bomb that exploded in her mind.

In Merry's pure heart, this question suddenly surged and made her realize.

She likes Chris Hartanto!

This is not just a junior's admiration for her elders, but more at the love of a man and a woman.

As soon as this thought occurred, Merry pursed the corners of her mouth in an instant, and her cheeks turned red.

She seemed to understand why she liked to cling to that man, and vividly recalled the moment she left the ward where Chris was still lying sick at home. That figure remained imprinted in her mind for a long time.

But… could she like this man whom she considered as her older brother?

He was very kind and handsome, and there are many women who love him.

How about her? She has nothing!

Besides, if Chris knew that she had such thoughts of him, would he ignore her later?

Thinking of this, Merry's face turned paler.

The unprecedented panic and nervousness trapped her like a giant net.

At this moment, Paul patiently waited for Merry to answer. Seeing her face getting more and more gloomy, he asked loudly, "What say you? Do you like him?"

Merry looked at him blankly. In her eyes, fear was clearly reflected in her pupils.

Like a frightened little rabbit, she panicked.

She was enveloped in the fear of being rejected by Chris, unable to break free.

She thought of him as her brother all these years, could that feeling turn into love?!

The more she thought about it, the more unsustainable her mood became.

In the end, Merry did not say a word, and began to chuckle and shed tears.

Paul. "???"

He looked at the little girl with a headache. Why would her head lowered as she wept, as if he mistreated her?

A clean and innocent little girl like Merry…. It wouldn't be surprising if she often cried like a baby.

However, her tearful silence seemed to have made Paul stare at her with a burst of anger.

He subconsciously glanced over the table, gritting his teeth. "What are you crying about?"

Then he turned to Indra who was eavesdropping behind the door and ordered, "Bring the tissues!"

It was so strange, he couldn't bear to see this little girl cry!

This little girl's tears made his heart feel a strange pain.

She was still young after all, perhaps she was taken aback by his serious question.

Paul looked up at the sky and slowly closed his eyes. He had been a monk for many years, thinking that his emotions and desires had long since been banished from his human body.

Unexpectedly, a little girl from the Hiroshi family could still affect the compassion in his heart.

A few seconds later, Indra ran towards him with a tissue.

As he approached, what he saw shocked him. Merry's figure was crying as if she was escorting someone who had died, the girl was sobbing and her whole face was red.

He faintly glanced at Paul, his expression disapproving.

Sir, have mercy!

What kind of monk bullies a little girl!

Indra kept cursing Paul in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak too much. He quietly took out a tissue and handed it to Merry.

Seeing that she didn't answer him, he shook the tissue and comforted her, "Little girl, don't cry. Clean your tears immediately, master is just joking with you."

When the words fell, Merry raised her head then suddenly howled!

Indra was stunned, his fingertips trembled, and the tissue fell to the ground with the wind.

What's wrong with his words?!

At this time, Paul furrowed his brows, his face was very ugly, and he raised his hand to pull Indra. "Shut up!"

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