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Chapter 978 A Tumble
Chapter 978 A Tumble
Chapter 978 A Tumble
On the Ferris wheel, Doyle and Besse separated. Both of them were feeling a bit awkward, despite
being mature adults. They blushed when they held hands or kissed.
"I don't even know how to kiss." Doyle suddenly spoke up, trying to cover up his embarrassment.
Besse pursed her lips lightly.
"I didn't even use my tongue," Doyle said with some regret and annoyance.
Besse's face turned redder. They had only touched lips without going deeper. It wasn't a big deal that
their first kiss was gradual and not too intense. But now that Doyle brought it up like this, she didn't
know how to respond.
"How about we try again?" Doyle looked at Besse seriously and asked her.
Besse was speechless. "Can you be serious?"
"If I'm not, we would have had a lot of kids now." He joked around.
"..."
Besse turned her head away from him and looked outside instead, to avoid him for a moment. She saw
two children sitting in the compartment below them with their father at that moment. Besse happened to
make eye contact with the man sitting with the two kids. She felt something stir within her heart. There
seemed to be some familiarity in his gaze towards her, which made her heart ache slightly. But when
she looked at him again, he had already shifted his gaze elsewhere leaving behind only his cold figure
wearing a duck-billed hat and black mask.
"Besse! What are you looking at?" Doyle leaned over towards where she was looking before shouting,
"Are you staring at those two kids again?!"
She couldn't say that this time she was looking at their father. If she did say so out loud then he would
probably jump around angrily like before.
"I can't wait anymore. We're having babies tonight!"
Besse rolled her eyes silently and withdrew her gaze from that family.
The Ferris wheel reached the ground level. Soon after, Oscar carried Una while Salem followed them
closely. Besse and Doyle walked behind them afterwards but then unexpectedly, Doyle pulled on
Besse's hand and walked towards the opposite direction. Besse forced herself not to care about that
family anymore but just as they were turning away from there, the little boy accidentally fell from the
highest step of stairs.
Oscar couldn't hold onto Salem since he had been carrying Una all along. The boy stumbled down at
least five steps of the stone stairs. Oscar quickly rushed over to hold Una and go to Salem's side.
At this moment, someone else ran faster than him and quickly arrived next to Salem, eagerly asking,
"How are you?"
The people around them who were secretly protecting them were also waiting for Oscar's orders.
Oscar gave them a hint so they stepped back.
He put down Una and squatted with Besse next to Salem, starting to do a basic check on him.
Salem endured the pain. Tears came out at this moment, but he still didn't make a sound. When he left
with his father just now, he couldn't help but look back at Besse behind him. He always felt that his
father was very different from that lady.
"Does it hurt?" Besse became more nervous as Salem remained silent.
After checking his injured knee and wrist and confirming that there was no bone injury, Oscar breathed
a sigh of relief.
"It should be okay," Oscar said calmly.
He could feel Besse's anxiety.
"What do you mean 'it should be okay'?!" Besse looked at the little boy enduring pain in disbelief; her
heart was broken seeing such an indifferent attitude from his father towards his son's injury. And she
asked, "How can you call yourself a parent?!"
Oscar was taken aback by her sudden anger.
"I mean... he is so young! Can't you keep an eye on him? Don't you see his broken knee? He's not
'okay'." Besse spoke up.
She wasn't usually so impulsive or angry like this before.
"Um... I'm fine." Salem suddenly got scared by Besse's excitement.
Besse glanced at Salem then turned back towards Oscar and yelled, "Kids cry when they get hurt. Why
your son endured the pain in silence after he fell from such high stairs!? It's weird. Have you ever
thought about why your child doesn't cry like others?! Do not think for one second your child is more
sensitive than others. It's because he has not felt loved enough! He does not know who else can
comfort him."
Oscar looked at her furious appearance.
People around also cast some curious glances over them due to her sudden anger.
Oscar remained silent.
She was right; he gave too little love to Salem. He thought taking good care of him would be enough for
him to grow up healthy.
"I'm sorry."
I let you down again.
"Don't say sorry to me, you should apologize to your son."
Oscar looked at Salem. The boy said, "That was an accident, don't blame my dad." This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.
"What have you done to him? Why he is so afraid of you?" Besse became more vexed.
Oscar failed to explain to her.
"why not bring him to the hospital, now?"
"Okay." Oscar stood up immediately, with Salem in his arms.
Salem had hardly been hugged since he was three years old. Thus, he was a bit embarrassed while
being carried by his dad.
"Are you gonna come with us?" asked Oscar.
Bessie almost blurted out the word, "Yes". She was related to them at all. If she agreed, Doyle might be
angry with her again.
At this moment, Doyle was a bit sullen, standing beside them.
"He's your son, shouldn't you take good care of your child yourself?!" Bessie asked him in reply.
Oscar nodded.
"Still here?" Besse urged.
"Today is Sal's birthday." Said Oscar.
Besse was confused about his intention. And she knew that since the little girl had told her earlier.
"So you let him break his knee on his birthday?"
"Would you like to say 'happy birthday' to him?" asked Oscar.
Besse was silent in confusion.
There was no response from her. So after a while, Oscar said, "Right, then, we'll be off."
Bessie didn't answer.
So they left.
Besse kept staring at the figures of the man and two children, and she couldn't take her eyes off them.
The sunset pulled their shadows long and long.
Somehow, Bess could see the bleakness and loneliness in them, especially in that man.