Chapter V

The Cullen's residence is situated between two mountains.

On the east side was a frozen river, on the west side was a pine forest, and on the north and south sides were tall snowy mountains.

If he didn't believe in Carlisle, Edmund would have thought that he was going to be packed and sold to the North Pole.

"You live so far away, aren't you afraid that something bad might happen?"

"That won't happen." Carlisle stretched out his right hand to the button behind the cigarette lighter and raised the window on Edmund's side. "You are still in recuperation. Be careful not to catch a cold."

"Oh.--Then do you have a TV?" The boys were more skeptical about whether the signal could reach such a remote place.

"Yes." "But it's now Rosalie and Emmett's exclusive pastime," Carlisle said briefly. "-The rest of our family prefer computers.-It's more convenient, after all."

"One for each person?"

"One for each person."

"What about the car?"

"Five." Carlisle had no intention of hiding anything.

"… I hate rich people."

Carlisle turned to look at the boy and revealed a smile that was charm enough to attract all the female in the town.

Unfortunately, Edmund was playing around the buttons on the car and didn't pay any attention to his expression.

"What is this for?" The blue-eyed boy pointed to a rotating button under the car's heating vent.

"The sunroof.-But I can't let you open it now."

"Oh." The boy stared at the button for a while before losing interest and turning to look at Carlisle who was driving.

The two people's eyes met.

"Don't you even need to look in front of you when you drive, Dr. Cullen?" Edmund said expressionlessly. "The snow road is slippery. Be careful."

"I won't." Even so, Carlisle still consciously turned to look ahead.

"How come you are that confident? Can I turn down the heating? I'm feeling a little hot."

"Of course."

Carlisle stretched out his hand and touch the boy's hand accidently.

The man frowned. He knew that his current temperature must be as cold as marble for the boy.

"Look, don't you think you are wearing little? A trench coat? In Alaska?-I'd better turn the heat up. You're freezing." Edmund grabbed Carlisle's hand and rubbed it back and forth.

It wasn't until Carlisle's hands were warm that he let go.

"Thank you. I feel much better now.--Do you like snow very much?" Carlisle noticed that the boy was in a good mood and asked.

"I like it very much." Edmund leaned comfortably on his seat like a kitten, looking out the window at the rapidly retreating trees. "Before I was eight, I used to play with Peter.-Snowfights, skiing, skating, making snowmen, making ice sculptures …"

"Peter?" Carlisle, who had privately investigated Edmund's background, asked. Three hundred years of experience has allowed him to skirt all the suspicious questions. (Including the fact that he has always been hypothermic and wore little.-The handsome Dr. Cullen is thought to have lived in Northern Greenland. Alaska should be quite warm for him.)

"My brother. Three years older than me. In fact, I'm the only one at home who's really related to him. My parents don't have children now. I think the reason they adopted the two of us was probably because of our bloodlines. After all, Peter and I are the only two people in the orphanage who are mixed of Chinese and English. '"He doesn't look much like me," Edmund said, pointing to his cheeks. "Well, his nose is a little stiffer, and he has a lot of freckles on his face." And his eyes are dark brown, and they look like Belgian chocolate that just came out of the oven. We had a fight over who had better eyes. But I always win. "

Carlisle laughed. "I thought you would use words to make him compromise."

"Against Peter, I prefer fists.-He's one of those guys who only remember to hit."

The black sports car left a tunnel and turned into a path on the right.

"I think we're almost there."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful three-story villa appeared in the boy's field of vision.

"Is that your house?"

"Yes."

"How cool." Edmund knelt in the passenger seat and stared with envy at the beautiful cottage and the snowy courtyard on its right. 'I think I can understand why you put your house so far away.--A whole wall of glass! You can see the woods from sitting in the living room! Don't worry about being disturbed! That's great!--I'll earn money to build a house like that one day.'

"This is really a good compliment." Carlisle laughed.

This wasn't Edmund's first time visiting someone else's house. So when Carlisle asked him if he felt nervous, he gave him a negative answer without hesitation.

However, when Carlisle parked the sports car in the open space, he realized that he was still a little nervous.

"Your family--well--they're all here?" The blue-eyed boy stuttered.

"Yes.--I told them there would be guest today.--I'm sure you'll like them."

"The point is, will they like me?" --The boy thought.

"Sit here and don't move." Carlisle turned off the engine and stopped Edmund from opening the door.

"Why?"

"I'll carry you down.-unless you want to stay in the hospital."

"… You always like to threaten me with this, Dr. Cullen." The boy muttered, but he still obediently withdrew his hand that had been placed on the door handle.

"It's a well-trodden technique" Carlisle smiled, stepped on the snow, opened the passenger door, and picked Edmund up with both hands under his armpits.

"You've gained a lot of weight, Edmund."

"… If you think it's heavy, let me down."

"I'm just stating a fact, not complaining.-Your little weight is not a burden on me at all. Of course, as your attending physician, I'm glad to see that you've finally put on some weight"

Carlisle lowered his head slightly and looked at the boy with his hands on his shoulders.

Carlisle has such a straight nose, long eyelashes, thin lips, and his skin was paler than that of Asians. A pair of beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, like a very comfortable cat.

"The snow is getting heavier." Edmund blinked his eyes.

Alaska winter snowflakes landed on Carlisle's body in large patches, then were brushed off by two nimble little hands and landed on the ground.

"Oh, right-you didn't really live in Greenland like they say, did you? Or the North Pole? With the Eskimos?-Hey! Come on, man!" The boy shouted out when he saw that Carlisle was not paying attention for a long time.

"Before I moved to Alaska, I lived in Canada." The warmth on his face made Carlisle reflexively close his eyes. He had to admit that he enjoyed the feeling of a feather sweeping past him.

"It sounds great." The boy answered, and then began his own sweeping.