It was beautiful, perfect for sketching.
Hearing that, William gave her a meaningful look, and didn't say anything more.
William was still very busy on the car, and on the journey to North Bay, she did some mental calculations. He called a total of ten times, all about business.
He was busy.
Really busy.
The car slowly drove into the North Bay, and from afar, they could see a white sand beach. The ocean water was flowing peacefully, and the unique buildings made Kathy exclaim in surprise.
"I like it here!"
Kathy easily liked a lot of things.
"Hmm."
Alice nodded, pushed open the door and got out of the car. A gust of cold wind blew past, making her immediately wrap herself tightly with her coat. Then, she went to took Kathy and Holy.
William walked down and started to make calls again.
The cameraman and his team picked up the machine and began to set up the machine, looking for the right angle.
Alice took out an easel and other things from the trunk. Looking around for a suitable place to draw, the twins followed her to a place with relatively weak wind. She took out the easel from her bag and started to assemble it.
"There is still some problem with the holographic proposal..."
William kept talking while he turned around. The sea breeze blew by, Alice bent down as she assembled the easel. The two children stood beside her, the sunlight shining on the beach was pure gold, her long hair was fluttered in the wind.
He suddenly lost his voice, and stared at the scene in a daze.
Not knowing what Kathy said, Alice suddenly laughed, her eyes were shining and her teeth were dazzling white.
"..."
William stood there quietly, and suddenly felt emptiness.
He turned to see that the cameraman was fiddling with the machine. William reached out to the cameraman, pulling him.
The photographer looked at him blankly, then went to the machine again.
William pulled him again.
The photographer bent over to fiddle with the machine again.
William put away his phone, stretched out his hand and pointed the camera at Alice, then coldly walked away.
The photographer was confused.
Uh.
What happened?
William walked towards them as she was dealing with the screws. He frowned, "Let me do it."
Alice looked up at him.
"Can you assemble it? The easel is crooked."
William walked over, took off his watch and gave it to her, then began to assemble the easel.
Alice took the watch and was stunned for a few seconds, then stood to the side and watched as he worked. William's hand making skills were not bad, the easel was quickly assembled by him, Kathy did not like waiting, she ran away and played with the sand.
"Hiss..."
William suddenly moaned.
Alice immediately looked over and saw that William's fingertip had been pierced, revealing blood.
Alice put away the watch and immediately walked over and grabbed his hand, "How did you get a wooden thorn?"
"I wasn't careful."
William said coldly.
"Did you bring a medicine kit?"
Alice looked up at him.
William's throat tightened as he coldly said, "Who would bring a medicine kit to sketching?"
"You don't keep my foster father by your side, then you won't get fully prepared." Alice frowned, she turned to look at the bodyguards and said, "Help me watch the twins, we'll be right back."
"Yes."
The bodyguards nodded.
"Follow me."
Alice pulled William's hand and left.
It was only a small wound.
William wanted to retract his hand, but then he gave up and allowed her to lead him forward.
The beads of blood on his hands increased in number.
As Alice walked, she carefully took out the wooden thorn and pressed a tissue to the wound, holding one of his finger with her other hand, she walked up the stairs, step by step.
"Where to?"
William asked in a low voice.
"I know where the medicine kit is. Let's go."
Alice pulled his hand and the seabird flew by.
William stared at her back, allowing her to pull him away.
Alice brought William to their room, "Sit on the sofa for a while, I'll go get the medicine kit."
The new house was large and spacious.
William raised his hands, he looked around, seeing Alice walk to a cabinet and took out a medicine kit, he immediately retracted his gaze and sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs.
"There is no need to bandage this small wound. It is a waste of time."
William said indifferently.
"I know that from your point of view, having fun today is a waste of time, so I don't mind wasting a little more time here."
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