NovelEnglishIn the Huo family manor, a young girl in a pink and white dress was sitting on the sofa, chatting with her friends over the phone.
On the table beside her, there was an open box of Band-Aids. In the trash can nearby, there were a few used Band-Aids.
Debbie was with a cold these past two days, and Erica had just taken upstairs a bowl of ginger tea a servant had prepared for her.
When she came back downstairs holding the empty tray, she noticed that Erma was still sitting on the same spot she last saw her. Helplessly, she rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen to put down the tray.
Next, she walked up to her daughter and said mockingly, "Remove the Band-Aid slowly, or you'll have to be sent to the hospital later!"
She had never seen a girl as touchy as Erma. She only had a small cut on her finger, and yet she had changed more than ten Band-Aids in just half an hour.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUpon hearing her mother's deliberate sarcasm, Erma pouted in dissatisfaction. "Oh, Mom, I need my hand intact for drawing, doing makeup, and getting people's hair done. If it doesn't get well soon, how can I even hold a pen to draw?"
Erica patted her on the shoulder rather forcefully and spat, "I don't see any blood on your finger. Why can't you hold a pen? Just get out of this couch and go upstairs to do the drawings! You've promised your father you would create a car's design for him. It has been two years, but I haven't seen anything done yet. Your dad must be a fool to still believe in you."
It was all the Huo family men's fault. They were the ones who spoiled Erma like this. Now the girl was even more touchy than Erica was in her youth.
"Mom, you hurt me!" she complained, rolling her eyes at Erica. Nevertheless, Erma did as her mom said and stood up from the couch, slowly making her way towards the stairs.
She wasn't in the mood to explain to a layperson like Erica that inspiration didn't come that easy. It was quite common for a professional to think about a certain design for eight or ten years before they got it on paper.
At this time, the front door was opened, and Boswell came in.
As soon as Erma saw her brother, she ran upstairs as fast as she could.
"Erma, I'm back!" Boswell called out to stop her.
But Erma quickly disappeared at the turn of the stairs.
Aware that his young sister had run to avoid talking about the blind date, Boswell had no choice but to tell Erica, "Mom, I've already spoke to Adkins. Erma and Stan can meet tomorrow."
Erica nodded happily. "That's great! I'll arrange a place for them to meet tomorrow."
Boswell pulled Erica and confided, "Mom, don't worry. Stan has already ar
f its tires.
She held a needle as she drilled the holes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe moment the woman saw him, she left the needle behind and ran away.
In fact, the needle was still in one of his tires as she left.
During the dinner, the two acquaintances were arranged in a way they were sitting by each other's side. As the elders kept chatting among themselves, Erma and Stan were left to talk to one another. It was more accurate to say that Erma was the one doing the talking while Stan He listened to her.
"I'm young and playful. I love going shopping in Paris, Italy, and London. Not to mention that I also appreciate extreme sports like bungee jumping and skydiving. I'm sure you don't have the time to keep up with me. In my opinion, a serious man like you shouldn't waste your time on someone as sentimental and childish like me. Instead, you should get married to a dignified and elegant woman. So, when they ask us later how we feel, we will tell them that we're not suitable for each other, and then we can part ways. What do you think?"
Stan nodded.
Erma was so happy to see that they had come to an agreement. Yet she had no idea that Adkins, who was sitting on the other side of Stan, was secretly telling him a few words of his own. "Don't listen to my sister's nonsense. Although it's true that she likes to go shopping, she wouldn't dare to practice any extreme sports. She's also a little sentimental and childish, but overall, my sister is very cute."
Erma flashed him a wide grin as she continued, "That's great! Mr. He, I'm a great makeup artist. If you get married one day, I can do your bride's make-up for free."
Stan nodded again.
'It feels so good to deal with people like him. He always nods at anything I say, ' she thought to herself.
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