Chapter 603 Sadness

Under the night sky, Hester's lips were smiling, and her eyes were shining with light. There was a bright round moon behind her. Although the scene was conventional, it was especially pure in Jackson's eyes.

He thought that this time he was afraid that he would really fall into love. It had nothing to do with personal hatred, and he didn't want to use her mind, but simply wanted to be close and touch.

"Thank you, Hester!"

Shocked by his serious way of expressing his thanks, Hester stood there, stunned. The enchantress in the moonlight was indeed very suitable for him!

Before Hester could sigh, she was tightly wrapped in his arms and shackled in front of his chest. The tip of her nose was full of the faint smell of perfume on his body. The smell was not very strong, but just right.

By the time he reacted, his body had already held her in his arms before his mind. Jackson slowly let go of the woman he loved, with uneasiness in his eyes.

Impulse was indeed a devil. She had changed her opinion just now, but now it was all wasted!

Hester came to her senses and saw the light in his eyes. Her heart moved slightly, and she suddenly realized that maternal love was overflowing. She held him in her arms and patted him on the back.

"Since today is your birthday, I will give you a big hug!"

All the feelings in his heart were diluted by this sentence, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely. He could barely accept this fact.

"Although it doesn't sound comfortable, I still want to thank you!"

When the two of them went back, they both kept silent and didn't want to break the atmosphere. It was rare for the two of them to have such a harmonious time. Normally, when they met, they would be very stiff. It was really disgusting to have a gap between them!

"Thank you tonight. I have a deep memory of this birthday!"

Jackson slowly parked the car downstairs. As expected, he caught a glimpse of th

o fast that no trace could be found.

"Is it because of the overflowing sympathy, or because you share the same illness and cherish each other?"

Hester let go of his arm and sat up straight. She looked at Austin seriously with an angry expression.

"Brother Austin, you know what I'm thinking. Why did you make fun of me?"

The question came without warning. Austin smiled, took off his glasses and crossed his hands on his legs. His dark eyes were deep and comfortable.

"I don't think it's funny. On the contrary, you have a friend. I'm very happy for you!"

"When I see a sad look on his face, but I can't do anything about it, I really feel that I'm useless!"

Hester lowered her head listlessly. She said this not because she was sad, but because she felt sorry since things had turned out like this.

"I have thought it through with him, but I can't feel the same way to comfort him. I'm really depressed!"

Holding her slender hands, Austin smiled gently with sadness in his eyes. He held her in his arms, with a faint warmth.

"I know how you feel. If you feel sad and guilty, just cry. Don't hold it. I will feel sorry for you!"

After the short sentence, Hester could no longer hold back her tears. She slowly cried out, and then her voice gradually became louder.