Atlas Shaw pressed his lips together before finally saying, "Is this your feeling toward Mabel?"
Daniel Harris smiled slightly, but there was a hint of loneliness in his smile, "Yes." However, his feelings for her might be destined to remain hopeless for a lifetime.
But even so, he didn't want to bury this feeling, didn't want to let go of this affection.
Call it self-inflicted or call it stubborn, he still insists on it. Over the years, how many people have talked to him, persuaded him, yet he remains the same.
Six years is enough to make him understand what her existence means to him.
Atlas remained silent, and at that moment Mabel Quinn brought out two cups of tea, seeing the two men quietly facing each other, the atmosphere seemed somewhat strange.
"What's going on with you two?" Mabel asked.
"Nothing," they both said almost in unison.
