CHAPTER 328: CHAPTER 341: BEFORE ME, THINKING ONLY OF ME

The butler said, "If Miss Quinn wants to know, why not wait until the young master is discharged and ask Master Daniel directly." With that, the butler put away the paintings.

After leaving the Harris estate, Mabel Quinn was somewhat absent-minded, with her mind repeatedly revisiting those paintings. If these paintings were indeed done by Daniel Harris, then why would he paint an obscure small village?

Or could it be that Daniel Harris had also spent time in Drumbeat Village?!

Suddenly, Daniel Harris’s eyes flashed in her mind, then they overlapped with the beautiful yet blind eyes she remembered...

Is it possible? The identities of these two people are worlds apart, so why would she associate them together?

"Mabel, why are you daydreaming?" Alice Conley’s voice sounded in Mabel Quinn’s ear, "You’ve been acting strange since just now."

"It’s nothing, I just thought of some things from when I was little," Mabel Quinn replied.

In the evening, Mabel Quinn searched news about Daniel Harris on her laptop. There was little news about him online, and he seldom appeared in public. The internet mentioned only that Daniel Harris returned to the Harris Family with his mother Jasmine at the age of 15, but his life before age 15 remained a complete mystery online, unknown to anyone.

Mabel Quinn stared at the news results about Daniel Harris on the webpage, her thoughts swirling. Could it be? Could Daniel Harris possibly be the older brother from her memory?

If not, why would their eyes be so similar, and why would there be paintings of Drumbeat Village in the Harris property?

But if he is, then the difference in their identities is as vast as heaven and earth...

"Why interested in Daniel Harris all of a sudden?" someone embraced her from behind, warm breath cascading along her cheek and ear.

"Just browsing casually. Today while shopping with Alice, we ran into Daniel Harris’s big yellow dog, so we took it back to the Harris estate. The butler said he was hospitalized, yet there’s no news of his hospitalization online," Mabel Quinn said. After all, if Daniel Harris really was the older brother she knew as a child, it’s still just a little speculation of hers with no facts.

"Is that so?" Kyle Kinston’s gaze flickered, "If you’re really that concerned about Daniel Harris’s health, why don’t I find some time tomorrow to go with you to see him?"

Mabel Quinn turned to look at Kyle Kinston, feeling that his tone when he said "concerned" was somewhat odd.

"No need," she said, "it’s not that I’m concerned, it’s just... um... it’s just that I can’t help but associate Daniel Harris with the older brother I knew in Drumbeat Village."

"It’s not unusual for people to look alike, don’t overthink it," he said nonchalantly.

Am I really overthinking it? Mabel Quinn couldn’t help but bite her lip. But how should the paintings of Drumbeat Village be explained?

Seeing her distracted look, he slightly furrowed his eyebrows, then his lips moved to her earlobe, giving it a gentle, flirtatious nibble.

"Ah!" Mabel Quinn exclaimed, suddenly snapping back to reality.

"Don’t think of other men," he murmured, his cool yet domineering voice penetrating her ear, "Mabel, when you’re with me, just think about me, okay?"