The Revived Me Surrounded by Adoration as a Supporting Role

Chapter 308

Chapter 165 Don’t Care at All (2)

Most people wouldn’t just sit idle and do nothing. They would come and check if there were any people inside.

But for Zoe, who was venturing out on her own for the first time.

She couldn’t sleep because she was both scared and excited.

Holding onto my bag tightly, I turned off my phone and could only open my eyes wide, looking at the pitch-black surroundings.

The palm of the hand had already started to feel cold, and the fingers were extremely icy.

“Did my sister feel the same way when she was kicked out…”

Thinking about Valerie’s scenes from the past life, there were various treatments.

Zoe took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down and not be so afraid.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing…”

Silently comforting herself, Zoe finally closed her eyes, forcing herself- to adapt to this unfamiliar and dangerous environment.

Restless sleep…

That night, Reese, who was fast asleep, opened his eyes.

He turned his head and glanced at his wife who had just fallen asleep beside him, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

He gently wiped his hand and then got up, heading to the study.

He turned on the dim yellow desk lamp and went to the innermost layer of the bookshelf.

Standing in front of a cabinet, he hesitated for a long time before finally opening it.

What appeared before my eyes were several photo albums.

These few photo albums have all gathered dust.

How long has it been since you picked it up and looked at it?

Reese’s hands were trembling.

Tremblingly, he took them all out and came to the desk.

Pick up one of the oldest books.

Reese took a deep breath and finally opened the cover.

The first thing that caught my eye.

Kieran, who was about seven or eight years old, was at the photo studio, accompanied by three or four-year-old Bruce and Tristan.

This is the first photo I took after my business started to pick up a bit.

In the photo, Kieran looked at Reese with confusion, probably having heard the photographer say “smile and laugh”.

Confused yet polite, he smiled while holding onto two restless children.

The corners and edges of the photo have already turned white from being touched.

The second one was a photo of myself with Reyna, followed by a family portrait of the whole family together.

These three were my limits at that time.

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Later on, as the business grew bigger and bigger, in order to commemorate his family, he even specifically bought a camera…

Recording every little detail of the family.

But from when did the three sons start to dislike taking photos and also started to dislike smiling?

The hand that was flipping over became gradually heavier.

The smile of the eldest son, Kieran, became more and more awkward and stiff, and eventually he stopped smiling altogether.

Bruce and Tristan have always had a sour face from childhood to adulthood. In the photos of them, there is no smile.

Even with Valerie’s birth, they never laughed too much.

When Reese saw Valerie, who had just been born, her flipping hand automatically stopped.

He stared at it fixedly, almost forgetting the appearance of his eldest- daughter.

My heart was filled with mixed emotions.

“Damn it…”

I remembered the eyes Valerie had when she left home.

Reese’s face suddenly looked unpleasant…

Unprecedentedly, the photo album was not closed but continued to be flipped through.

Valerie had very few photos, only a few from her childhood, and they all had a radiant smile.

After Zoe was born, she never had any personal photos again.

The smile on the face was also a smile to please the family.

Reese’s nose suddenly felt sour.

He quickly closed the photo album and stopped scrolling down.

It doesn’t matter even if you don’t read it.

Because, there weren’t many photos left…