Daddy, don't flirt

He could not help touching her delicate and beautiful face. Ryan's eyes, which are cloudy and cold, suddenly become soft and
tender. At this moment, he does not have to worry about whether he would be found by her as before.
She is unconscious now and could not see him.
He could only look at her so fondly and tenderly from out of her sight.
He has a humble wish that when Jamie wakes up, she would forget everything that has happened at sea.
"Jamie..." He mutters, bending over to kiss her, but the door suddenly opens.
It's that woman, Ryan's assistant. No one knows her name, but calls her Twelve.
"You seem to like her very much." Twelve comes in. Without any outsiders around, she feels at ease and goes up to Ryan,
raising her eyebrows at Ryan’s act.
It turns out that he did that for this reason.
For this woman, he disobeyed that person's orders again and again. In order to protect this woman, he even wants to resist that
person.
Twelve suddenly smiles, like roses blooming, and looks very charming.
Ryan doesn't answer her, and he doesn't feel embarrassed that she has read his mind. He reaches out to sort out Jamie's hair.
"It's not your style to go through so many years of careful planning but become hesitant because of a woman." Twelve stands
leaning against a table, pours herself a cup of coffee, but she finds that it has been cold.
Twelve looks at him in surprise. Could it be that in order to take care of this woman, he doesn't even have time to make a new
cup of coffee?
"It is framed, you know, not planned." Ryan coolly replies, rubbing his eyebrows. He goes to Twelve, and pours himself a cup of
coffee.
When he turns around, a drop pf tear rolls down at the corner of his eyes.
Then he gulps down the coffee, which shocks Twelve even more.

Is he still the Ryan she knows before? He never drinks anything cold or overnight, and he is fastidious about life.
But this man makes Twelve feel mysterious.
"Is it worth it?" The false smile on Twelve’s face turns into worry.
Ryan puts down his coffee cup, feels refreshed and ready to stay with Jamie. He sits down by her side and looks at the face he'll
never forget and whispers, "I just love it."
He just loves it?
Twelve’s hand that holds the coffee cup suddenly tighten. Then she puts down the cup and pats him on the back with a sharp
sound.
Ryan, who only feels a little painful, glares back at her and warns, "If you wake her up, you will die. Don't forget who you are!"
Although the relationship between he and Twelve is good, it’s not to her good if she forgets her identity. It doesn’t matter if they
play around at normal time.
Twelve then realizes what she has done. She has lost control and slapped him. Fortunately, she hits on his back. If she hits him
on his face, she would not have lived to leave the door today.
"If you continue, you'll lose yourself in the end. Where's the good of this woman? I've known you for so long, how come you
haven’t been so kind to me?" Twelve says angrily, poking him with her hands.
But she has not the gut to pat him hardly again.
Ryan gives her a slight glance and then turns to look at Jamie.
Twelve feels more discontent, and says, "How long have you just met? Are you so obsessed with her like this?!"
"Twenty years, is that enough?" Ryan's voice is cracked as he says to Jamie, "I've known her for twenty years."
As far as she knows, Ryan met Jamie in the UK only a few years ago. Didn’t they know each other only a few years?
But he says... he has known her for twenty years?
Has he known this woman since she was a kid?

"You... How do you know each other?" Twelve looks at Jamie seriously.
To be fair, this woman is very beautiful, and delicate.
"I knew her when she was a little girl, and she, she doesn't know me." Ryan takes Jamie's cold little hand in his. His eyes soften.
At that time, he just heard of Jamie but he hasn't seen her.
Until one day, curiosity got the best of him and he stole a look at Jamie.
When she was about three years old, she was cunning and mischievous. He saw her, with a stick in her hand, chasing after the
dog that came to bully her kitten.
His first impression on Jamie was that the girl was rude.
But he saw a different side of her.
That afternoon she sat in her mother's arms, under the swing of the vines, and listened to her mother telling her stories with a
sweet, soft smile on her face, like a cat hiding her paws.
And then?
Then he could not help wanting to get close to her, but the peaceful life did not last long. Someone ran into their life.
"Are you showing off that you grew up together?" Twelve sighs softly behind him, shaking her head with helplessness, then turns
and goes out the door, "I hope you won't regret it one day."
The door opens. Twelve pauses, turns her head slightly, and calls him softly, "Nine." Then she goes out and closes the door.
Ryan lowers his eyes on Jamie's quiet face and his fingertips shrink a bit as he hears Twelve calling him.
Sometimes, helves his own identity and hates it at the same time. He hates it because it brings him many troubles; he loves it
because he can use the identity to meet her.
Unfortunately, he is still two years late. Just two years. But it is a lifetime for him.
Night.5 And Mone kneel in front of Dan and Ian with heads down, hands clasped, waiting for Dan and Ian to punish them.

Dan didn’t expect it to be a mess. Otherwise, Mone and Night-5 would have been more than enough to bring Jamie back.
Sometimes, fate can make a disaster that is easy to avoid become complicated.
As it is today.
"Have you found Alma?" asks Dan coldly. He raises his hand, rubbing his brows.