The lounge was quiet and peaceful.
Grace Yowell’s gentle voice rose, "Just now on my way here, I happened to meet the crew manager, and he mentioned that you asked about Mabel taking a day off today?"
"Hmm..." Daniel Harris replied casually.
Grace’s thoughts were racing, yet the strength and movement of her hands didn’t change a bit, "How did you come to know Mabel? I don’t think I’ve heard you mention her before."
His eyes suddenly opened, staring steadily at her, "Why, are you very curious?"
She calmed her mind with some difficulty, "Well, she’s my friend too, of course I’d be curious."
"There’s nothing significant about knowing her, no need to deliberately mention," Daniel said, "But I was surprised to find out that you two are friends."
"We just played together when we were kids," Grace quickly said.
Daniel slightly raised an eyebrow, "Really, was she also from Drumbeat Village?"
"No, she’s not!" Grace exclaimed abruptly, realizing her reaction might have been too intense, she softened her voice, "She’s from outside the village, not from within."
"Is that so?" His eyes fixed on her, causing her to feel a kind of pressure, as if he could see through her.
"That’s the way it is." She smiled slightly, "Although she’s just a small screenwriter, she accompanied me to a banquet before and carried an H brand limited edition bag, and even a Black Card that banks issue only to VIPs. But the card is a supplementary one, her family background, as far as I know, is quite ordinary. Maybe she made friends with some wealthy people."
Grace Yowell subtly tried to smear Mabel Quinn because she knew that Daniel Harris had no good impressions of gold-diggers.
"Wealthy people? That does count," Daniel Harris chuckled, closing his eyes again, allowing Grace Yowell to continue massaging around his eyes to relieve the pain.
However, Grace was secretly alarmed. Could it be that Daniel knew something she didn’t?
Mabel Quinn never thought she would be wearing couple clothes with Kyle Kinston, even if right now the couple clothes they were wearing were two black and white cartoon shirts printed with Mickey and Minnie.
Standing in front of the store’s floor-to-ceiling mirror, Mabel gazed at herself and Kyle Kinston, and inexplicably, she felt something quite intriguing.
Although he currently only had the mentality and behavior of a 6-year-old, at this moment, she inexplicably had a feeling of "being a couple."
Perhaps all along, interacting with him always felt somewhat unreal. After all, they were like people from two completely different worlds.
He seemed nearly perfect, which also meant that he was difficult to approach. Sometimes, she even felt a little puzzled as to why from the very beginning, he insisted on keeping her by his side.
Was it really just because of that accident in the parking lot?
But now the him who was by her side instead gave a sense of reality, at least she could easily see what he was thinking, what made him happy, or what scared him. She could understand his needs and get his emotional changes.
When he smiled, it certainly meant that he truly wanted to smile.
"Sister, do I look good?" Kyle Kinston spoke up.
"You look good," Mabel Quinn said, and it was the plain truth; even dressed in these cartoon clothes, it didn’t detract from his handsomeness, but rather added a youthful, lively, and cute vibe.