Ch. Forgot what 3 Forgot what 3

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At the dinner table, the atmosphere was strange. 

Dad and Mom tried desperately to liven things up. 

But Christian just ate quietly. 

His posture refined. 

He showed no intention of speaking. 

This made Mom and Dad’s enthusiasm seem very awkward. 

Willow’s face was dark, and she remained silent. 

I didn’t dare to pick up any food, only eating small bites of rice. 

Finally, when the meal was over, Dad and Mom both seemed to let out a sigh of relief. 

ر 

As Christian was about to leave, I suddenly remembered something and called out to 

him: 

“Mr. Davies, wait a moment.” 

Everyone stared at me in surprise. 

Including Christian. 

His brow furrowed slightly, clearly impatient. 

“Just for a second. Okay?” I used my fingers to show a centimeter of distance. 

Saying that, I ran upstairs, and quickly came back down carrying a metal box. 

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on me. 

I opened the lid of the metal box and asked: 

“Mr. Davies, is this yours?” 

On top of the box were a dozen or so ID photos. 

Some were passport-sized, some larger. 

They clearly weren’t obtained through official channels. 

Because some photos had official stamps, and some had dried glue on the back. 

It was evident they had been pried off various documents. 

Christian in the photos looked younger than he was now, with a hint of youthfulness in his eyes and brows. 

But his features were already exceptionally handsome. 

Besides the ID photos, there were other miscellaneous items. 

Candy wrappers, cigarette boxes, empty pen cartridges, crumpled test papers, and so on. 

Christian’s gaze was intense as he looked at me. 

I gritted my teeth before I dared to continue: 

“I found it in a corner of my closet. I don’t know who put it there. But I recognized your photos, so they must be yours, right?” 

Christian’s eyes shifted slightly, seeming to hold a hint of scrutiny. 

His stare made me shrink. 

My shoulders drooped. 

He spoke: 

“Not mine, throw it away.” 

“Oh, okay.” 

I casually tossed it into the nearby trash can and was about to go upstairs. 

Christian’s eyes suddenly took on a dangerous glint. 

“Lily, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” He called out to me. 

I was puzzled: 

“What?” 

He seemed to see right through everything, his eyes mocking. He scoffed. 

“Nothing: You’re a good actress. Just don’t do it again. I’m not interested in watching.” 

With that, he turned and left.