Evil Young Master’s Bedside Love - Chapter 78

Upon opening the door, an aura that no one had lived in for a long time assaulted his senses.

It looked as if it had been a long time since anyone had been in the room. The windows were closed and a thin layer of gray hung over all the furniture.

Bai Mo Yan looked around the room.

This was the room his parents used to live in. Bai Moyan didn’t come in often before.

Bai Mo Lian’s gaze landed on the large European bed not far away. He could picture himself and his mother sitting next to each other on the bed. While his mother was telling him stories, she was also teaching him French.

In the blink of an eye, so many years had passed.

Bai Moyan walked to the bookcase in the room. There were a lot of French books there, and she remembered that her mother was a translator who had translated a lot of French novels.

Reaching out his hand, he brushed the book on the shelf. His fingers were covered with a thin layer of dust.

Bai Mo Chen’s gaze landed on the first row of the first book. He extended his hand out and took it out.

The white back of the photo fell to the ground, and Bai Mojiao squatted down to pick it up.

Flipping the photo over, Bai Mo Lian’s body stiffened upon seeing the contents of the photo.

He saw a picture of his father and a woman when he was young, but that woman was not his mother.

The two of them hugged each other intimately as they stared straight at each other. Even though there were photos between them, one could feel the deep affection between them when they looked at each other.

Bai Mo Yan’s hand that was holding the photo tightened as it trembled slightly.

Daddy used to. Have you ever been with another woman? The picture was always printed in the lower right-hand corner, and then. He was only three years old, and his mother hadn’t passed away yet … So his own father had cheated during their marriage?

For a moment, Bai Mojiao felt his mind going into chaos.

She had never imagined that her father would have cheated.

Who was the woman in this photo with her father? Did she know that her father was already a family man? If they had cheated on their marriage, why hadn’t Dad married this woman after her death?

At this moment, the sound of the heels of the leather shoes knocking against the wooden floor pulled Bai Mo Lian back from his thoughts.

Did someone go upstairs?

As he thought of this, Bai Moyan hurriedly stuffed the photo and the book back into their original positions and walked out of the room.

Just as he came out of his room, he bumped into Holt, who was coming up the stairs.

Bai Mo Xie’s heart was thrown into panic. He tried his best to maintain a calm appearance because of the photo that he had just taken and the fact that Huo Sheng had caught sight of it. However, his wandering gaze and stuttering tone betrayed his thoughts, “Huo … Boss Huo, why did you suddenly come back? ”

“I just suddenly remembered that the drawer needs a key to open, Secretary Bai could not get it even if he came, that’s why he came back.” Holt’s gaze landed on Bai Mo Lian’s slightly flustered face. His beautiful eyes were lowered, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow in front of his eyes. His eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly gently spreading its wings.

“Ah… I don’t know which room is Director Huo’s study, so I’m looking for it. ” Bai Moyan lowered her eyes and replied nervously. She was not lying. She really did not know which room was the study room that Holt was in. However, he was indeed selfish after entering this room.

“It’s almost time for lunch. If Secretary Bai doesn’t mind, you can cook something to eat at home.”

Bai Moyan naturally minded. She did not want to have too much time alone with Holt.

Firstly, he had to worry about Wu Zixuan, and secondly … She had an inexplicable fear of this man.

This was because this man had an indescribable attractiveness to her, and this made Bai Moyan feel even more terrified. He always felt that this man was like an endless abyss, and he himself was already at the edge of the abyss and could fall down at any time.

However, right now, she was living in the same house as before. Bai Moyan felt a sense of reluctance and nostalgia. Naturally, she wished that she could stay here for a while longer.

Bai Mo Yan gently nodded his head, “Then I’ll go to the kitchen first.”

After giving a slight nod to Holt, he walked past him and down the stairs.

Holt turned his head and watched Bai Moyan’s figure descend the stairs, his gaze somewhat profound.

After Bai Moyan’s figure disappeared from his sight, Holt walked in the direction of the study.

He walked to the desk and opened the cabinet. Usually, the most important things were placed in the middle of the desk.

Inside was only a single document and a pink gift box.

He took the file out and closed the drawer behind him and left the study.

As he was about to go down the stairs and pass Bai Guohua’s room, he stopped in front of the door.

He knew that this was the room that Bai Guohua had once stayed in, but he had never entered. Thinking of how his mother and Bai Guohua had rolled over on the bed in this room, he felt a wave of nausea surge up from the bottom of his heart.

Holsham raised his eyes and glared at the door, as if he could see through it.

Raising his hand, Holt opened the door and stepped inside.

He looked around the room. Everything was covered in a thin layer of dust. No one had cleaned it in years.

As he stepped into the room and closed the door, Holt was acutely aware that something was wrong.

As he approached the bookcase, his eyes fell on the first book in the first row.

The rest of the books were arranged in a neat row. Only one of them was stuck out slightly. It must have been hastily stuffed by someone else.

Only this book and the few other books beside it had a spot that didn’t have any dust on it.

As he pulled out the book, the picture that had been stuffed in by Bai Moyan also fell to the ground.

When he saw the contents of the photo, it was as if all the blood in his body had stopped flowing. His gaze was fixated on the woman in the photo.

The photos were old, and the men and women in them were the same as when they were young.