"No, no, not her." David shook his head repeatedly after seeing the picture of the Bright family’s daughter, feeling that she was far from the girl outside their house. "Are you sure you’re talking about
the girl who came to our house tonight?" Louisa reopened her phone to show him pictures of other heiresses. "Did you get it mixed up? Was it Laura who came last night? Or Stella the night before?"
She flipped through the photos one by one. "None of these? Then who on earth are you talking about?"
"I’m not sure either. I think I saw her leave from our front door tonight and get into a taxi."
Upon Louisa’s careful recall, the only long–haired girls who left their house tonight were the Bright family’s daughter and Rose!
But Rose had driven her own car, so that it couldn’t be her."
"She’s far prettier than any of the girls on your phone."
"What are you talking about!" Louisa put away her phone and said confidently, "The only girl prettier than the ones on my phone is your sister!" "No way!"
Having heard that his sister grew up in a small town, he was sure the girl’s beauty at the front door surpassed his sister’s!
Just then, a delightful voice suddenly rang out.
"Mom, I’m home."
Upon hearing this, Louisa got up hurriedly. "Rose’s back? Come on, let me introduce you. This is your brother, David. He’s come to see you!" She turned around again and couldn’t help but scold, "You rascal, your sister’s back! What are you still sitting there for? Come over here!" David looked at this beautiful face. Wasn’t she the girl at the front door?
Was she his sister? His real sister?
Suddenly, he felt as if he could hear the sound of a heartbreaking. Love seemed to have come and gone, leaving him feeling empty inside.
Rosemary, hearing David’s name, found it strangely familiar. Looking up, she recognized the tall figure, the hairstyle, the aura. Wasn’t he the superstar who stepped on her pills at the airport tonight?
Was this guy her brother David?
"You’re my sister?" David stood in front of Rosemary, towering over her. He couldn’t help but reach out and pinch Rosemary’s face. "You’re so cute. You look like a doll
"What kind of comparison is that?" Louisa almost rolled her eyes.
Rosemary hated being touched, but this guy was so sunny and friendly that she didn’t get mad at all.
"Hi, brother, I’m Rosemary."
"I know. Mom said you’re a well–behaved girl, and indeed you are." David pinched her face again..
Rosemary: What? Well–behaved? That’s because David hadn’t seen her in action yet.
"Oh, right, this is a gift for you." David quickly took out the prepared gift and added, "I originally wanted to buy you a LY, but the person in charge of that brand is a bit temperamental. I wanted her to
custom–make one for you, but she said she was too busy, so she refused."
So disrespectful!!
Louisa: ???
Rosemary: ???
Did she have a bad temper? Why didn’t she know about it?
"What on earth are you talking about!"
Before Louisa could finish, David interrupted, "I’m just telling it like it is. Everybody knows about her terrible temper. She’s notorious in the industry. To get her to custom–make a gift, you’ve got to catch her in the right mood!"
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