Chapter 475 The Blonde and Depressed Teen
Cameron and Gale finally, with much difficulty, made it to the third day of their trip.
In the afternoon, Cameron, with her dark eye circles, was standing at the stairs of the duplex apartment. Her eyes darted across the room, from the stairs to the living room, and then to the kitchen, looking as if she were about to meet her doom.
At last, she gave up the stupid idea of going downstairs for a cup of water.
In the living room on the first floor, Angie and Jordan each sat in an armchair situated at both ends of the sofa, each with a laptop on their laps. They appeared stern, as if they had cut themselves off from the rest of the world.
The long sofa in the center of the living room, on the other hand, was in a completely different scene. For unknown reasons, Ethan and Josephine were fighting. With Hannah between them, they were making threatening gestures and exchanging blows against each other for half an hour before Hannah blew up. Hannah had taken a long time getting ready to meet some blonde dashing guy on the beach, but everything she had planned was ruined by the two of them.
With her hair looking as if a bomb had just exploded on it, she grabbed both of them down the sofa and gave each of them a slap on their heads. With that, what was originally a war between Ethan and Josephine became a war between all three of them.
Tina, who was sitting quietly by the side, watching Shay’s concert, became involved too, and the scale of the war expanded.
Jordan, who was originally by the side studying the stock market, got a hit on his head unexpectedly. A white pillow rolled to his feet as his head hummed. At the same time, the entire living room was raining with feathers.
He raised his head, revealing a murderous gaze beneath his gold-rimmed spectacles. He clearly did not want to get involved in the fight, so he brushed off the feathers on his shoulders and returned his gaze to the computer screen.
Bang.
Bang.
After three consecutive provocations, the guy who was pretending to be calm began to twitch the corners of his mouth.
The fourth pillow that Hannah threw to him was quick-wittedly caught by him, and he immediately threw it back to her. She did not expect this from him and was almost hurt.
“How dare you smash me!”
Angie raised her head, as if she had just realized what was going on, and for a split second, she thought she was in a slaughterhouse.
She closed her laptop the second before she was attacked by Tina’s pillow, with the chat interface on the laptop’s screen showing two words, ‘I’ve regretted this.’
“You all have nothing better to do,” she said, while turning around and heading to her bedroom.
Seeing all this, Cameron, who had not even gotten a sip of water since moments ago, was furious. She went back to her room and kicked Gale, who was still sleeping soundly. He was terrified by what she did, and under his gaze, she exclaimed, “We’ll go back now!”
Her dark circles were barely covered by three layers of foundation. She was furious at how Courtney and Alexander had duped her and muttered, “I’ll deal with the both of you when you get back!”
Later in the day, she walked quickly through the airport in her twelve-centimeter-high heels. She turned her head as they exited the airport and impatiently asked Gale, “Can you hurry up?”
Gale broke out in cold sweats. He had one child tied to him, holding another two with his hands, one hand each, and the rest were mindlessly following him. Hearing his wife’s rushing, he didn’t dare to argue with her and could only abide by what she said.
Josephine yanked her hands away from his and exclaimed, “Uncle Gale, you’d better pacify her first. She appears to be on the verge of exploding.”
After finishing her words, she adjusted her bag stripes and slipped her hand into another warm and soft palm near her.
Jordan was surprised by that. He felt his palm start to sweat.
The Summerfields were aware of their impending return and had someone waiting for them outside the airport. After Josephine left, Jordan still felt the tenderness in his palm.
“I’m following Great-Aunt Alicia back too.”
Angie was also irritated by all the ruckus these few days. As an eighteen-year-old adolescent with a lot in her heart, she chose to follow the quieter group.
The rest of them followed Cameron and got in her car.
She started speeding the moment she came out from the airport’s basement carpark. No one in the car dared to even say a word. Plucking his courage, Gale asked, “Cameron, why don’t I drive?”
“Why don’t you get out of the car?”
“Okay, you drive.”
The car kept speeding down the road. Not long after, there was a minor traffic jam that forced her to slow down, and everyone in the car felt relieved.
Tina turned her head and looked outside the windows. “There are reporters here.”
“There aren’t a lot of people. Perhaps it’s some unknown artist…”
Hannah wanted to continue, but the car suddenly accelerated, and its speed made her decide to stop whatever she was about to say. Her unexpected expression was amusing.
“What happened?”
“Nothing. I just bit my tongue…”
…
Three days later, Courtney and Alexander returned from their honeymoon.
The date for Old Master Duncan’s surgery had been set, but the butler said he hadn’t been eating and sleeping well recently. Hence, Courtney and Alexander decided to end their honeymoon earlier so that they could spend more time with Scott before his surgery, making him happier.
When they stepped off the plane, it was already late at night. Even though it wasn’t as busy as it was during the day, the noises they heard as they exited the airport reflected the prosperity that could only be found in this city.
Courtney was the first to leave the airport, while Alexander waited for their luggage inside. A wave of heat hit her legs, waving the dark blue jumpsuit’s trousers and looming over her fair ankles.
She took a few steps around in her high heels and saw Eric, half of his body outside the car window, waving aggressively at her. She was about to approach him when she heard a dry voice. “Miss…”
Her steps came to a halt. She turned around but couldn’t see who was calling her, so she assumed it was her imagination. A young figure squatting at the corner, however, caught her eye.
A guy was there, with his short blonde hair pressing against his ears, and a pair of pale blue eyes underneath his thick brows. That gaze of him was filled with feigned calmness and unconcealed tiredness.
He appeared to be younger than twenty, but the stubbles on his face made him look older as if he had been through a lot in life.
After meeting his eyes, she pointed at herself. “Are you talking to me?”
The blonde haired guy squatting against the wall, one hand on his knees and the other holding a half-burger, nodded and pointed to her legs.
“Your purse dropped,” he said, with great difficulty. He was not fluent in Otharian and his voice was still dry.
Hearing that, she lowered her head and suddenly understood what he meant.
“Thank you.”
He waved his hand and said nothing more before biting into his burger and drinking his mineral water by his legs.
Courtney felt heavy seeing that and walked toward him. The sound of her high heels attracted his attention, making him look up. When he noticed her taking some money out, his gaze dimmed.
“I am not a beggar.”
He explained incoherently. When she noticed his defense and resistance in his gaze, she awkwardly stopped whatever she was doing.
“I am sorry to have offended you.”
He didn’t say anything else to her.
For Alex, who had only recently begun learning Otharian, the word ‘offend’ was too unfamiliar to him.
