Under the shining stars, the night grew darker. The towering high-rise buildings in Bangkok were even more prosperous under the brilliant neon light, showing the city's all-around style, rows upon rows, in a random pattern.
Singto sat at his broad desk, holding the papers that had already been processed. The glass on the desk contained half a cup of pink champagne. It was a clean and pure color, slowly soaking together with the ice in the glass.
His office was located at the top of the company, with a huge floor window, so he had a full view of the city's gorgeous panoramic view.
There were more and more times he felt uneasy, he just wanted to bury himself in his work. At first, it was a little effective but with the disappearance period of his omega getting longer, this method gradually ceased to work.
He stood quietly in front of the window with his glass as he controlled his emotions for a while. At this time, most of the employees in the company had gone home and there were few lights on the first floor.
It's time for him to go back, but he rejected this idea.
At first, he thought that Krist was just angry. He heard that omega had bad temper during pregnancy. Although Krist had been quiet and mild, it was hard to guarantee that he would not be affected and become moody.
However, Krist never came back, like he ceased to exist from the world. Along with his light jasmine fragrance and their child, they all disappeared.
Bangkok was very big, densely populated and miscellaneous. He was an expecting omega, and was simple-minded and easily deceived. If something went wrong...
Not daring to think further, Singto took his suit coat from the hanger and put it on, and went straight out of the office.
As usual, he drove the car into the special garage beside the villa, got out and walked towards the gate.
The gorgeous decoration under the cover of the night was full of depression. Singto hesitated for a second at the door and opened it with his key.
It was very dark in the house. It had been like this since Krist left. There was no longer the faint but warm light, no more TV noise, just a dead silence.
The sound of tiny broken footsteps approached him. Gucci came to the door as usual to greet him. Dark eyes swirled and the brush like brown tails shook.
It circled around him for several times and sniffed at the closed door. Once it was sure that Krist was not behind him. Its tail drooped down disappointedly and gave out a few small barks. The dim look in its eyes was not obvious.
It was not only the little animal but he was also not used to the days where Krist was not here. His heart felt a little empty. Every time he was alone in the dead of night, the other party's warm and gentle face, his shy smile and his desperate eyes filled with tears when he hurt him impulsively would stay in his mind.
Regarding their past, he had been touched, he had been unwilling, had felt his heart moved.
There was also painful resentment and a feeling he had never dared to think about.
Even if he found out the unbearable secret of the other party, or that the other party was once the culprit of his own pain, but as long as the sincere feeling that had buried its buds in his heart broke through the shackles, it became difficult to control.
Krist's precious big turtle doll sat quietly on the bed. Singto touched it gently and a light sweet jasmine fragrance sipped into his nose.
At this time, the mobile phone near him received a message with a slight vibration. It attracted the attention of Singto.
