Mr. Waltson, Refrain Yourself

She gently frowned. “Don’t mess around. I mentioned before that I liked him at the time because I didn’t see him very much. Of course, I recall him vividly.”

“You are not permitted to use the word ‘like’ again.” His gaze was icy and envious. “Continue.”

She was depressed. Isn’t this exactly what he wanted her to say?

Was she supposed to hide half of it now?

She enjoyed the Elven at the time, so why should she lie?

“That year, I met him twice. The first time was at the start of the new year. He came to my house on behalf of his parents to give some items. Uncle and Auntie used to be quite helpful to us in the past. The second time he came to my place after his SAT test to get some lunch, he told me he was going to study overseas. Since then, I haven’t seen him. We haven’t seen one other in almost a decade.”

“Looks like it’s a pity to say goodbye for more than ten years.”

“Don’t carry a gun clip,” she said.

“Then when did you guys regain contact?” he lamented.

“We haven’t communicated.”

“Liar, would you have been caught today if we hadn’t communicated?”

“What exactly do you mean by “caught by you”? Please don’t make it sound so horrible. This is destiny. Speaking of which, this is truly fate that you have bestowed upon me.”

“If you had told me this morning that I had hickeys on my neck, I would have gone home and changed into a high-necked dress,” she said. “If I had changed my clothes, I wouldn’t have to wear our office Mia scarf just because I was afraid to be laughed at.

If I didn’t wear the Mia’s scarf, Sabranda wouldn’t have wanted to try it on. I didn’t dare to remove it and say something that would offend Sabranda.

I have to tell that the color of this scarf isn’t right for her. I recently purchased a scarf that is not fit for me but is ideal for Sabranda. I’ll bring it to school tomorrow to deliver it to her.

In order to make a complete lie, I had no choice but to get off work to buy a scarf. I happened to be waiting after purchasing a scarf… Oh, I forgot about it.”

She touched her head, as if she’d just remembered something crucial.

“What’s the matter?” Wills Waltson smirked.

She was unhappy: “It’s entirely your responsibility. You’re nagging me, but I forgot about the juice I bought in line.”

“Why is it fruit juice again?” said Wills Waltson.

“I was thirsty after purchasing the scarf, so I stood in line to purchase a glass of fruit juice. I paid up, and just as I was going to drink the fruit juice, I ran into the Elven.”

“So, you met him by chance?” Wills Waltson asked, surprised.

“Of course, that’s why I said it the new fate with the Elven is because of you.”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Wills Waltson was secretly dissatisfied: So you just exchanged phone numbers?

“Of course,” she pursed her lips and grinned.

“Give me your phone.”

Luna tucked her purse away to the side. “What are you trying to do? Do you want to remove his phone number?”

“I’m curious what name he has in your phone.”

“No need to look, I named him Brother Elven,” she said calmly.

Wills Waltson was furious, so the name of a rich big brother, the foolish son of the Principal and the third young master of the Owner family was what she called himself and the two annoying men.

‘Brother Elven,’ was the name of the man she liked?

“In your perspective, that Elven is the person you admire, but I am as bothersome as Nick Anderson and that Avery?” Wills Waltson said bitterly.

She calmly replied, “I don’t my brother is annoying.”

What type of reasoning was this? Why did she feel the need to despise her brother?

Wills Waltson clinched his teeth and asked, “Does that imply you only hate me and Avery Harris?”

“When did I ever say I didn’t like you?”

She didn’t say anything, but wasn’t her performance obvious?

“Give me your phone,” he asked as he opened his palm in front of her.

He was furious, extremely furious.

It was the first time in his life that he had been so upset because of a woman, and he felt the need to scold someone.

He knew that if she didn’t give it to him, he’d figure up a way to acquire it. As a result, she handed him the phone and said, “I’m not lying to you.”

Wills Waltson went through her phone book and pulled out’Brother Elven ‘.

He swiftly clicked the edit button and changed the name to ‘the neighbor’s son’ before handing back the phone to her.

She grimaced as she looked at it. “Why are you touching other people’s phones, Wills Waltson?”

“It is not possible to alter it back. I’ll have you do it a hundred times over with what happened last night if I find out you surreptitiously changed it.”

She locked her gaze on him, but his lips twisted into a commanding smile. He opened the door, climbed out, and sat in the driver’s seat.

He returned her gaze. “Come and sit with me. ”

“I’m not going,” she frowned, expressing her displeasure.

“Or do you want to spend the night here? Then I’ll go with you.”

She exited the vehicle and sat in the front passenger seat.

The automobile began up and drove away from the shopping mall’s entrance.

According to Wills Waltson: “Don’t say the words “Brother Elven” in front of me again. You are no longer a ten-year-old girl; do not address a man as you did when you were ten. That is revolting. Understand?”

She fixed her gaze on him. “What gives you so many problems?”

“I’m just like this,” Wills Waltson said, raising his brows.

She was really unfortunate to have known such an irrational man as Wills Waltson.

When they arrived to the villa, Thomas, who had requested a taxi, was waiting at the door.

When he saw the carriage approach, he rushed ahead and opened the door for Luna and Wills Waltson.

Wills Waltson stepped down the carriage and approached Luna, who was ready to enter the villa: “Oh, I did bring your sister back here. Put her in the trunk, and you go retrieve her.”

“What?” She was perplexed and looked at him. “What are you on about?”

“Go look at it.”

Wills Waltson said as he pushed open the door and walked in first.

She made her way to the trunk.

Thomas stepped forward to assist her in opening the trunk.

There was a small bear puppet in the tidy trunk.

This… Wasn’t it the cloth puppet she saw on the Big City Home’s sofa this morning?

Although she thought this small bear looked familiar at the moment, she didn’t dwell on it too much in order to flee.

A bizarre scene passed across her thoughts when she saw this little item again.

She took up the doll and looked at it for a few moments.

She cast a sidelong glance towards Thomas. He appeared to have dispatched Wills Waltson to the clubhouse last night.

“Last night, Thomas… Was it you who sent Mr. Waltson and me to the Big City Home?”

“Certainly, Miss Greenwich.”

“Do you know what’s up with this tiny bear?”

“This tiny bear is yours, Miss Greenwich. You drank too much last night, so you begged Mr. Waltson to buy it for you.”

She pointed at her heart. “Didn’t I request it?”

“Yes. The store had closed. However, you insisted on purchasing it. Mr. Waltson agreed to give it to you and instructed his secretary to find the owner and open the door. Finally, you stated that Mr. Waltson had breached his promise and forced you to wait. Mr. Waltson didn’t want to disappoint you, so he smashed the shop’s glass with a brick. That’s how he ended up giving you this small bear.”

She couldn’t speak because she was so stunned. Was she insane at the time?