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Demetrius pulled the table closer to Osvaldo and took a seat. Osvaldo was half-asleep, having long declared his preference for solitude. Upon hearing movement, he was ready to ask the person beside him to move. But upon realizing it was Demetrius, he fell silent, shooting a surprised glance at Finlay. "How did he end up here?" People like Finlay could negotiate seat changes, but Osvaldo couldn't. Finlay abandoned the idea and gazed at Demetrius, his smile warm. "I switched classes. Demetrius, we're back together." It sounded as if Finlay and Demetrius were close, as if Finlay had intentionally switched classes to be with him. Demetrius, without a word, lent his well-organized notes to a classmate. "He's as annoying as a fly. Demetrius can't be bothered with him," someone rolled their eyes and commented. Finlay looked at the speaker, his smile unwavering, but his gaze made the person uncomfortable. It was only when the person looked away voluntarily that Finlay turned to Demetrius
The Abandoned Son Your biological father
"After I released my grip," Osvaldo suddenly fell silent, his body slipping downward until he lay motionless on the ground. Turning around, Demetrius found Osvaldo's eyes tightly shut, his face contorted in pain and fear. "He's passed out too." "Let's move them one by one," Macey suggested, undeterred by the situation. She grabbed Derick and continued, "The exit probably isn't here. Check that cabinet; exits are usually nearby." Observing the unresponsive duo, the ghost felt a pang of disappointment. It glanced at Finlay, hoping to frighten him as it attempted to emerge. Just as it started to appear, Macey pushed Derick aside, rolled up her sleeves, and forcefully opened the cabinet. Frustrated by the door's resistance, she kicked it in annoyance. Jumping back, the ghost hastily retreated, closing the door, pretending it hadn't come out. After some forceful attempts, Macey finally opened the cabinet, revealing a locked door behind it, requiring a password to open. Demetrius walked
The Abandoned Son Where is she?
He turned, locking eyes with Scarlette's profound, intense gaze. Draped in black, Scarlette possessed a slender figure, her features distant and icy. The subtle pursing of her thin lips only deepened her air of restraint. She extended a cup of warm milk to Demetrius, her gentle eyes dissolving the cold distance around her. "Morning." Demetrius accepted the cup. "Good morning. Thank you." Scarlette's eyes shifted from the snowman behind him back to Demetrius. The young man before her had fair skin, a slightly reddened nose from the cold, and fingertips tinged with redness, likely from molding the snow. Scarlette raised her hand, tousling Demetrius's hair. "Feeling cold?" As if conjuring magic, she produced a hat and placed it on Demetrius's head, tidying his slightly disheveled hair. The warmth of the milk melted the chill from Demetrius's hands. Scarlette's movements were tender, causing Demetrius to narrow his eyes as he watched the smooth contours of Scarlette's jawline. He shoo
The Abandoned Son Make friend
The manga posted on the website had amassed over a thousand comments by the time it reached its sixth episode during the second week of updates. While the website offered a recommendation, most comments indicated that readers had discovered it through Twitter. Demetrius only realized the surge in comments upon posting the seventh episode. Expressing gratitude for the support, he browsed Twitter and stumbled upon a popular blogger with over six hundred thousand followers promoting his manga. The post had garnered five hundred and six retweets, thirteen hundred comments, and six thousand likes. Many people chose to d******d the "Sunday Comics" app after coming across this Twitter recommendation. At the end of the seventh episode, Demetrius included an image to thank the blogger and everyone for their support before indulging his pet, Winglet, with treats. With his refrigerator empty, Demetrius donned his coat, hat, and scarf, making his way to the nearby supermarket. Upon arrival, he
The Abandoned Son The scarf
"Trius," the woman behind him suddenly said, her soft voice sending shivers down Demetrius' spine. He turned to look at Scarlette, whose once frosty expression now bore a smile, her demeanor distant in his thoughts. "I'll call you that from now on. Is that okay?" Demetrius snapped back to reality, his throat feeling dry. "...Sure." ... Demetrius could hardly recall how he made it back home. It wasn't until he lay down on his bed that he gradually sorted out his jumbled thoughts, closing his eyes. In his ears, Scarlette's gentle and magnetic voice uttering 'Trius' echoed, slowly blending with the memory of Acevedo's voice. Demetrius opened his eyes, glanced out the window, and noticed the rain falling once more. What if Scarlette isn't Acevedo? No 'what if.' Demetrius got up from the bed, closed the window, shutting out the chilly wind. He took a shower in the bathroom, and his once cold and stiff body warmed up. Wearing Rowen, Demetrius squatted in front of Winglet, played with
The Abandoned Son Haunted house
Finlay smiled faintly, "Thanks for the compliment, you're not bad either."Finlay stood by his chair and stared at him in disgust, "You really do draw a man. Demetrius, you like men?"Meeting his pleading gaze, Demetrius gave a beat and explained, "It's a milky cumulonimbus cloud, which usually appears after a thunderstorm."Next to the haunted house is the largest amusement park in R. After lunch, Jacobson took everyone into the amusement park again.Demetrius, who had little interest in those projects, sat in his chair and took out his sketchbook to continue working on his unfinished drawings.Macey Perkins has been surrounded by props to attract attention, and did not hear Demetrius that sentence, pick up the props to play with, saw a door in front, sighed, "also do not know how long to walk to get out, I can no longer hold Javion Doyle, he is too heavy."This statement made Macey Perkins laugh, and found that talking to him was a complet
The Abandoned Son Play the piano
Osvaldo Gonzalez's eyes fell on the snowman piled up behind him, and then looked at Demetrius.It seems that when he first opened his eyes and became Demetrius in the world of fiction, he knew he was in the world of fiction.But so what, his purpose is not to fit in, but to disgust Demetrius.Dominique Nielsen stood in the same place, watching Finlay leave, and the slightly mixed feelings he had when he originally looked up the information eventually turned into disappointment."I am your real father." Dominique Nielsen reached out, wanting to touch Finlay's head, but he didn't know that Finlay's whole face turned pale when he heard these words and slapped Dominique Nielsen's arm away fiercely.If there is nothing wrong with the picture and it really is that common, it only means that the person who built the snowman with him and gave him the sandwich must be extraordinary.Because of this, Farrah Bass used to spit for days.Demetrius
The Abandoned Son Open the door
Just fried plate of greens, the kitchen has been messy no way to start, there are leaves everywhere, and spilled salt, and even some left in the pan did not melt.The previous events flashed in her mind and Farrah Bass dawned on her and pointed at Osvaldo Gonzalez, "Gonzalez, is that Demetrius you're in a relationship with?!""Didn't ask how long you've known each other, I asked how you met." Farrah Bass said breathlessly.The air was filled with the smell of burnt vegetables, which was a bit pungent.The trio wandered around the supermarket and took Farrah Bass' car to his family's villa."You're the one who gave shame first." The woman's gaze was red, obviously furious to the extreme, and not at all like she would listen to anyone, taking her high heels and smashing them against Demetrius.After speaking to Demetrius, Farrah Bass walked straight into the supermarket.After saying the last word, she turned her head and ran, afraid th