Chapter 282 Miracle (1/2)
Carlos got up and turned on the bedside lamp. As expected, he saw the spider.
He held the little woman in his arms and got her out of the bed again. ”Help Celia to kill it. After that, you can have a good sleep.”
Celia,” ...”
Then Carlos drove the spider away in the bedroom again.
After a long time, he didn't think the little spider could hide anything from him anymore. He held a lamp and let her sit on the bed. ”It's been so many years, but you haven't changed a bit about your disease. You're usually not that brave, but you're still afraid of this little insect,” he said in a soft voice.
She replied. ”Everyone is afraid of something.”
She had admitted it.
The little girl was stubborn. She was afraid of being laughed at.
Seeing Celia lying on the bed, Carlos was sitting aside, browsing through some Buddhist texts.
”Why don't you sleep?”
She asked.
As he flipped, he reached out his hand to touch her long hair and said with a smile, ”I'll keep an eye on her for you. I'm with you. No spider or any other ghost would be allowed to approach us Celia.” He held her by the waist and said, ”go to sleep.”
Celia didn't say anything. The smell of him made her feel warm and she missed him. An unknown Master transcribed the Buddhist texts, in which there were many stories. He said, ”If you can't fall asleep, I'll recite for you. Then you can fall asleep.”
This night, in the quiet courtyard, a landscape painting, light dark, the room was bleak. However, Carlos' embrace brought tremendous warmth to Celia.
In fact, no matter how mean his words were, he had never been so bad to her.
She was whispering a Buddhist story, and fell asleep slowly with such a warmth in his arms.
In the first half of the night, there was a warm orange faint yellow light around him, and she felt very comfortable as she heard the catkins talking by her ear. However, the dream of Celia turned complex after the midnight.
She felt that her dream became more and more complicated and she was reluctant to dream since Carlos came out.