Becoming the Richest by Farming
Chapter 443 - 0443 cursed under his breath, damn_1

Chapter 443: 0443 cursed under his breath, damn_1

He wanted to chat with Ellen Young.

But it was too late now, waking her up would be uncomfortable, she needed to sleep early.

The atmosphere between the two was strangely peaceful, even though they had agreed to date, it seemed like nothing had fundamentally changed between them. Ellen was not pretentious or shy, and he was very direct, Taylor Smith realized through their conversation that Ellen had indeed changed some.

When talking to him, she spoke more and her tone was much quicker.

She had always been that calm and temperate person, never in a hurry about anything, though clever, at times he felt this was too frustrating, unsure of the direction to attack.

Fortunately, at least he had persisted.

Six years.

Even though he had been slacking off for those six years.

He had actually been paying attention to her messages all along; for people in their class, obtaining information about Ellen Young was relatively easy.

Whatever award she got, whatever achievements she had, he remembered clearly.

He didn’t have as good a memory as Ellen, but he hardly forgot things, it was just that his memories of the past could be blurry, but when it came to information about Ellen, he could always recall it very quickly.

Ellen’s good memory actually also had a very obvious drawback, she remembered everything very clearly.

That’s why when her grandfather passed away, she was in a lot of pain inside.

All these years, as soon as she thought of her grandfather, she could recall that scene, and Taylor Smith knew how difficult it must have been for her.

If she didn’t immerse herself in busyness, the consequences of her extraordinary memory would have been torturous.

At that time, he did not know Ellen well and didn’t know much about her, but he had a rough idea of her weaknesses.

In her life, she only had her grandfather.

When Lucy Wood came back later, if Ellen hadn’t agreed herself, Taylor Smith would not have been pleased.

Fortunately, she had her own sense of propriety.

Thinking like this, he couldn’t help but smile; now, this girl was his to take care of.

What did Taylor Smith say yesterday?

"If you can’t catch up, give up early."

Tsk.

But Ellen wasn’t something he flaunted as a trophy, he had to ask her opinion. If she said to go public, then they would go public; if not—it’s not like she could run away since she was already here, he wasn’t in a hurry.

Of course, at this time, his mentality was still Buddhist, but later he would understand that people are insatiable. Once there was a compromise, he would feel it far from satisfying.

Hearing Ellen’s breathing become calm, he knew she had fallen asleep.

He tucked in the quilt a little, reluctant to leave, but if he didn’t leave overnight, Damien Frost would investigate his ancestors eighteen generations back.

Besides, it was now around three or four in the morning. Relaxing now, he might be spirited, but he had to rest.

He’d go back for a few hours of sleep, and then he could see Ellen again upon waking.

Yeah, life was really good.

With that thought, he quietly got up, his tall body tiptoeing, careful not to wake Ellen. He turned off the light and slowly left.

He didn’t need to lock the main house door as Damien Frost’s team was there during the night.

The gate needed to be locked. Seeing Taylor Smith’s figure emerging, a Special Force Team member looked bewildered, "That quick?"

Damien Frost: "... What the hell are you thinking?"

Special Force Team member: "No, I’m not—I didn’t. I was just wondering what he was doing going in there in the middle of the night, what was so urgent?"

Damien Frost dropped a bombshell: "He probably caught up with Miss Young."

Looking like he was radiating with spring’s charm and urgency, as if he feared she would run away.

Damien Frost stubbed out his cigarette, cursing inwardly:

Fuck.