Leon Kennedy Older นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His voice had taken on a softer, almost vulnerable tone. “It’s funny,” Kennedy continued. “Seeing all these happy couples, it makes me think about my past relationships. There was this one girl, back in the day, who really meant a lot to me. We had something special, or at least I thought we did. But she just… drifted away. It hurt more than I like to admit.”

“Connor and I talked about it. We both think that it was Quirin’s way of letting him know that he’s powerful in more ways than one. Remember, when he wrote that check, he didn’t know that he and Kennedy were mates. He may not have done it if he had.” I think about that, and Warren tilts his head at me, walking over and pulling me against him. “Why do you ask?” “Why do you think Kennedy doesn’t know that? She told me today that she didn’t order an x-ray machine for the pack when the one they have is probably older than I am. It costs a third of what he gave Connor for his birthday.” I slide my arms around his neck, and he presses his lips to my forehead as he thinks.

"Kenny was the oldest, right? The direct heir?" "Yes," I confirmed, memories of my elder brother sending a familiar pang through my chest. "He was already showing signs of unusual abilities before..." I trailed off, unable to finish. "Before the attack," Jackson completed gently. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up painful memories."

Then came my mother-in-law’s voice, shaky in a way I had never heard before. “My son… my son is back after ten years…” I froze completely, my hand still half-raised against the door. In all the years I had been married into this family, no one had ever mentioned another son. Then I heard an unfamiliar male voice speak. “Long time no see, brother.” Kennedy’s voice came next, colder than I had ever heard it. “What brings you here after ten years? Wouldn’t it have been better if you stayed wherever you came from?” His mother snapped instantly, her voice sharp with warning.

Since she had no older brother, Liam was much older than Kennedy and had always been so kind to him. So over the years, Kennedy had always regarded him as his own older brother. How could she possibly hate him? That’s why Kennedy’s denial sounded a bit anxious. Perhaps her attitude pleased Liam, as he chuckled softly on the other end of the phone, his laughter low and pleasant. “Since you don’t dislike me, why not transfer your work over here?” Kennedy bit her red lips lightly before finally nodding. “Alright, then I’ll trouble you. I’ll treat you to dinner another time.”

Lionel said, "but I'm not here today to discuss business with a little girl, so we have nothing to talk about." The meaning was obvious, he came to golf to pass his time. Anne did not take what he said to heart, and she did not immediately refute him. Instead, she politely replied, "I'm indeed still young and need more experience. I heard that Mr. Kennedy has twins—a boy and a girl. What a wonderful blessing." Lionel was happy when he heard about his twins, but he said indifferently, "It's nothing!"

He isn’t rude or indifferent, just neutral in his expression. Kennedy has salt and pepper hair. He notably has more white hair at his temples. He is tall but still looks strong with broad shoulders and an elegant stance. Bancroft does look younger in the sense that he doesn’t have as much gray hair as Kennedy. He is a little shorter and has a stockier frame. He looks intimidating except in his eyes. His eyes show kindness and hides his alertness if you are not paying attention. “Elder Crane, it is nice to meet you.” Elder Kennedy said and then turns to me, “And who might this young lady be?”

The funeral that we arranged for Mrs. Kennedy had little attendance. I thought about talking to Lauren about her relatives and family friends, but she wasn’t saying anything. The day doctors informed us about the death of her mum, she stopped talking to me or anyone. Her friend Selena tried to talk to her, asked her so many questions, attempted to feed her food, and sought her attention by saying she was dating someone, but Lauren didn’t respond.

He said making a teasing face “Of course, they better get ready!’’ I said in a serious tone forgetting I was crying seconds ago “That's the baby girl I want to see” He smiled “Thanks a lot, hubby” I pouted cutely “You’re welcome” He smiled and left, one thing I like about my older man is how he respects and adores me, it's like the universe was saving me from Micheal when they pushed him out of my life, now I know I made the right decision asking my older man to marry me, it wasn't a bad idea after all.

Now she sat with one hand around her glass while the other absentmindedly pushed food around because honestly her appetite had not fully returned. Kennedy noticed. "Eat," he said gently. Shannon looked up. "You're sounding like an old man." Kennedy raised a brow. "I am an old man." "You're in your fifties, not ninety." He gave her a look. "I've suffered enough to count as ninety." Eventually Shannon set her fork down and looked at him properly. The warmth in her face faded. "Dad." Kennedy's expression softened immediately. Shannon drew in a slow breath. "About Sean."