CHAPTER 382: 212 IS HE LOVING SELFISHLY? _2

Atlas Hallow’s smile grew colder, but he said nothing to Little Five.

That Cecilia Wilson probably wasn’t willing either.

"The police can’t hold him for long, there are too many flaws and it will lead to trouble later. Besides, you can’t really convict Ethan Baird, the Baird Family wouldn’t just sit by and do nothing." Little Five put away his casual demeanor, and his eyes, as clear as a deep pool, began to turn serious.

"Little Five, if you love a woman and she insists on leaving, would you let her go?" When Atlas Hallow asked this question, it felt like his heart was being wrenched, and his handsome face turned as pale as paper.

Little Five sipped his tea and ate a candied lotus seed, feeling like the sweetness was about to seep into his heart, completely ignoring Atlas Hallow’s look of distress. With a hint of smugness on his face, he yet said in all seriousness, "I’ve never encountered such unlucky things, so I have no say in it."

The housekeeper wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, thinking that Young Master Hallow’s words were truly cutting, and he could hardly bear to listen to them.

Didn’t he see how terrible Young Master Hallow’s face had become?

If Young Master knew that all of this was orchestrated by the old madam, he probably wouldn’t have been able to say such things, right?

So this matter must be kept water-tight. They definitely can’t let Young Master know, because if he finds out, who knows what kind of trouble it will stir up.

When it comes to matters of willingness or unwillingness, Little Five’s mind immediately conjured up the image of Cecilia Wilson.

That day, when he asked Cecilia if she could be his girlfriend, she didn’t say she was willing, but the way she kept her head down made him feel like it was a yes.

Cecilia is an introverted girl, so she must be very willing if she doesn’t refuse.

Thinking about this, the smile at the corner of his mouth became more pronounced, as if he had drunk the most fragrant and mellow osmanthus wine, even the air seemed to be filled with intoxication.

"I was just saying ’if’." Atlas Hallow drank the Pu’er tea. The Foster Family must have the best tea, and this aged Pu’er should have been rich and sweet, but in his mouth, it tasted slightly bitter.

"I just want her to be well. Whatever she wants, it’s okay with me..." Little Five’s voice was not loud, but it pierced Atlas Hallow’s heart with real pain.

Was his love selfish?

"What have you done to your wife now? Or rather, she’s not your wife anymore, should I call her Miss Miller?" Little Five felt that not mentioning the word "ex-wife" in front of Atlas Hallow was already very considerate of his feelings.

After all, he sailed smoothly himself, and couldn’t just stab a knife into his brother’s heart.

"She has no money with her, and she doesn’t dare seek help. She has nowhere to live." Atlas Hallow put down the teacup, his gaze falling onto the goldfish swimming leisurely back and forth in the pond in the courtyard.

"You really can be this ruthless." Little Five sighed. He couldn’t bear to let Cecilia Wilson suffer like this.

If one day Cecilia wanted to leave him, or if he was unfortunate enough to have to leave her, he would definitely make sure Cecilia’s later years were well taken care of, allowing her to live the rest of her life without worries about food and clothing.

Letting a woman suffer outside, such a thing he could never do.

"How many women have you encountered?" Atlas Hallow tasted the bitter tea, his voice faint.

"The number of women isn’t the point, you wouldn’t understand this even if I told you." Little Five smiled faintly, recalling Cecilia’s demeanor, his eyes softening as the breeze cleared his mind.

Just then, Little Five’s phone rang, and he quickly picked it up after a glance.

He stood up and walked to his second-floor bedroom, as the housekeeper cheerfully poured tea for Atlas Hallow, filling it to eighty percent full and accompanying it with a smile, not knowing what to say.

"There’s something going on at home, and I might have to stay a few more days." Over the phone, Cecilia’s voice was as cold as usual, but to his ears, it was moving.

"Is there anything urgent? Do you need me to handle it?" Little Five’s voice was gentle, as if afraid of startling her.

"No need." Cecilia remained the same, her speech simple and straightforward.

Feeling a little lost, Little Five asked cautiously, "When will you be back then?"

In the current situation, he was afraid that keeping too close an eye on her would scare Cecilia, not that he had any psychological or physiological issues as rumors suggested, but he disdained explaining to others, as there was simply no one in this world worth explaining anything to.