Sammy Jones is back and for dinner Charleen Davis cooks a delicious meal that leaves the two sisters bursting at the seams. while Sammy Jones takes her mother for a walk, Andrea Jones stays home and talks to Lewis Brown on the phone.
Lewis Brown is a man of few words, so even when discussing something as important as meeting the parents over the weekend, the two didn’t talk for long.
After hanging up the phone, she opened her computer again and put her resume into the now hot IG Financial. She was still an inexperienced graduate student, and it looked like it was going to be difficult to get into such a company. However, she will not give up after all!
Andrea Jones clenched her fist and cheered herself on. The ghostly blue light on the computer screen set off that confident little face more and more moving.
“Andrea!” Sammy Jones didn’t knock either, probing in, carrying a CHANEL dress in his hand and dangling it proudly in front of Andrea Jones.
“How’s that? Nice, isn’t it?”
Andrea Jones took a few looks at it, “It’s beautiful. It looks even better on you.”
“Tsk, don’t coax me to be happy. This outfit is yours!” Shoving the dress into Andrea Jones’s hands, Sammy Jones was beaming, “Try it on and see what the size is.”
“Me?”
“Uh-huh, a gift for you from New York. Hurry up and change out of your old pajamas, don’t dawdle!” Sammy Jones was impatient and had already reached out to rip Andrea Jones’ pajamas himself.
Andrea Jones is afraid of tickling, by her touch to laugh and dodge, “do not make me … this dress I can not want, so expensive, and I can not wear a few times. Unlike you, there are always social engagements.”
“Who gave you the right to refuse? This dress is for you to wear on the weekend. You can’t wear it to a rich family like Ruan’s, can you? You’re not afraid of losing face, I’m still afraid!”
Andrea Jones was silent for a moment.
The sister’s words are justified since. Although Lewis Brown never minded the gap between their portals, but that important scene, they always wear casual clothes is not appropriate.
“Go on!” Sammy Jones urged again.
Andrea Jones then held the dress and went to try it on, “You have to take it back after you wear it this weekend, don’t waste it.”
Sammy Jones responded perfunctorily, sitting cross-legged on the bed and waiting. When she was done, she stared straight at her and gave her a series of admiration, praising herself at the end for her good eye.
Andrea Jones smiled as she changed, “Yes, yes, yes, it’s all your fault.”
“That’s not true! When you and Lewis Brown get together, you’ll have to give me a lot of credit!” Sammy Jones raised his eyebrows in triumph, and did not leave, lifted the sheet and lay down, beckoning Andrea Jones, “Come and lie down quickly, and do a mask with me.”
Andrea Jones kicked off her shoes and climbed on, and Sammy Jones tore off a mask he had brought with him and carefully blended it for her before gluing it back on himself.
The two girls were left with two pairs of eyes, resting on fluffy pillows and staring at the ceiling with laughter.
“Time flies, I couldn’t even think about the day you were going to get married before.” Sammy Jones couldn’t help but sigh and take her hand.
“What is it? It’s not even close to being an eight!” Andrea Jones laughs, her heart full of sweetness at the mention of Lewis Brown.
“Eh.” Sammy Jones ambiguously touched his sister’s shoulder and turned his face to look at her gossiping, “Why did he suddenly propose to meet the parents? It’s not like you guys … are having that, right?”
Under the mask, Andrea Jones a small snow-white face suddenly rose red, and then, and then turned white. The pair of clear pupils, flashing complex dark awning. Although it was a flash, but Sammy Jones still see clearly.
She pursed her lips slightly and asked tentatively, “You … still haven’t had that with him?”
“Well …,” Andrea Jones’ voice was muffled.
Lewis Brown is a normal man, always more or less hinting at that aspect, but the progress between them is limited to kissing.
As soon as Lewis Brown tried to get a little closer, her whole body started to shake, scared and terrified. I don’t know if she was defeated or if Lewis Brown was too sassy, but in the end, he wouldn’t ask for more.
Andrea Jones turned her head and put her sister in a firm hug.
“Sister, I know, it’s me who’s sick …” and still sick at heart …
“Don’t talk nonsense!” Sammy Jones reprimanded heartily and simply took off the mask that had fallen halfway off the two men’s faces and threw it in the trash, “You’re fine, I forbid you to say you’re sick!”
“If … hadn’t happened before, Dad wouldn’t have gone. I’m the one who got Dad killed.” Andrea Jones’ voice grew thin, clouded with a darkness. The small face buried in the nook of Sammy Jones’ neck was bleak.
Thinking of the incident six years ago, Sammy Jones cursed a ‘son of a bitch’ and patted Andrea Jones’ trembling back soothingly, “Don’t take everything from you. What does Dad’s business have to do with you? If you want to blame those bastards, you should blame them. Yuck! Don’t mention them, bad luck!”
Andrea Jones stifled silence, the incident, like a nail in her heart.
Every day for the past six years she wanted to forget, but some shadows were planted long ago, and every time she remembered, she found it hard to breathe.
“Silly girl, don’t think about it. Eh, let me tell you something!” Sammy Jones cursed herself for not mentioning the pot earlier, and now had to find a way to make Andrea Jones happy. She deliberately raised her voice, got up from the bed, and said seriously: “Your sister, I! I’ve finally met the man of my dreams!”
Sure enough, Andrea Jones instantly opened her eyes wide and blinked at her, “Are you serious?”
“I can still lie to you?”
“What kind of people?” Andrea Jones followed, getting up from the bed.
“Rich people!”