Horton looked at her with a gentle smile on his face, and the dim light covered the joy in his eyes. Halle stared at him.
"Mr. Hutt, you are mistaken. We are just friends. I'm not jealous. I just think that Mr. Hutt's behavior might disturb my life."
She was afraid that her peaceful life with Emily would be disturbed. And she was not jealous as Horton said.
She did not like him. So, why should she be jealous?
The smile on Horton's face did not fade. It seemed that he had been used to her indifference. He still smiled and said, "Well, I know."
Halle furrowed her brows, "What does he know? Does Horton not understand what she said? Why doesn't he seem to know her meaning?"
"Mr. Hutt..."
"You must be very tired carrying Emily for so long. And she will also feel uncomfortable. Let's take her to the room first."
Horton's voice was soft, and the quiet night seemed to be gentler.
