Rachel's skills were too lousy. Although Cyrus deliberately delayed her for a long time, they still ended one round of the game in a jiffy. On the other hand, Lucas and Elizabeth were of the same level of strength. Thus, their winnings were quite equal. Lucas looked at Elizabeth, who only had her inner-wear and singlet on her upper-body, and a pair of trousers on her lower body. He didn't know what she was wearing inside. When he glanced at the only clothes left on his lower body, an unmitigated feeling of defeat billowed inside him. Their winnings were equal, but Elizabeth had more clothes on... For the following next few rounds, he had to put on his clothes when he won, and take off if he lost. He had been doing this back and forth for a while. After six rounds of this, Elizabeth said in disdain, "How long do you plan on dilly-dallying like this? When are you going to strip naked?" What the hell? Did she want to see him naked? Lucas wondered.
Natasha got out of his embrace and said, "You should be more of a gentleman and don't be so calculative with women. Just put your clothes back on and we'll start all over again!" Seeing how insistent she was, Christin quickly put his clothes on and said, "This time, winning one round counts as a win, let's not do that three rounds things anymore. You're not allowed to cheat anymore, I'll record it with my phone." Natasha immediately behaved well after his warning. Then Christin guffawed and said. "I knew it. You are weak at this! You keep losing when you can't cheat anymore!" Christin nearly died from laughter after Natasha lost four rounds consecutively. Natasha flushed with anger when he jeered that she was weak! She was boiling with anger! After that, she said to him, "Let's continue with the game! I don't believe that I will keep losing!" Grudgingly, she took over the cards and shuffled them quickly. They continued playing for a while more.
Nevertheless, even when she didn't say anything, Sharon had already construed her proud look from a while ago as showing off her wealth. Sharon gritted her teeth secretly while recalling the wedding ceremony from last week. The envy, jealousy, and resentment weren't fully out of her system yet. After she went back that night, she couldn't sleep at all because jealousy was plaguing her. For both Hannah and Sharon, their family's financial situation had always been quite decent. After all, it was quite rare for families with difficult financial conditions to grant their children the liberty to choose art majors. Mainly because it was expensive for a child to major in arts. After so many years, her family had already spent a huge fortune to support her dancing. She had also been able to prove herself when she was admitted into University A. It was an affirmation for her to be able to be hired by this dance academy. But her family had indeed invested so much money
James sprung to his feet when he heard his voice. He said, "I was waiting for Madam at the school gate to pick her up. However, she didn't come out even ten minutes after her usual time and didn't answer her phone. Thus, I used the GPS to find Madam. When I found her, she was bleeding profusely and unconscious." It was presumed that Sigrid had most probably lost consciousness for about fifteen minutes before she was discovered. That was because she was ten minutes late and it had taken James some time to locate her. In addition, it was peak hour at that time. Even if the road was not jammed, it would've still used up a lot of time to reach the hospital. George was anxiously waiting at the door of the operation theatre. He said to James, "Get someone to investigate what happened. I'll handle things here." Why had she fallen down the stairs for no reason? There were elevators in the academy, why had she taken the stairs? To lose weight? That was impossible,
"What did you call me?" George asked with a frown, a cold glint in his eyes. Sigrid flinched, startled by the look in his eyes. She couldn't help but pull the quilt up as a shield. Then she replied, "Brother-in-law..." George's face was terrifyingly dark. The strange feeling he had got a while ago was not his illusion! This girl looked at him with the same gaze as back then! "Sigrid Vincent, I'll give you another chance. What did you just call me?" Sigrid was trembling at his cold tone. She'd always referred to him as her brother-in-law. Why was he acting so mad and being so fierce? Sigrid didn't know what she'd done wrong. Thus, she looked tremulously at him and ventured, "Brother-in-law... or Mr. Toland?" Being rankled by her, George felt that he was going to suffer from a heart attack even if he was completely healthy. Then he asked, "Which year are you in university? What month is it at the moment?" Sigrid was taken aback for a moment befor
"There's no need for that." After that, Sigrid stuffed herself into the quilt. She did not know what else to say. Looking at her reaction, George knew that she couldn't accept it. Since she'd forgotten about everything that had happened these past six months, not only had she forgotten about him, she'd also forgotten all about the Andrew family. If Vallerie knew about this, she would be really despondent. George pursed his lips and began to text Rachel. It was already night-time when Rachel arrived at the hospital. When George saw her coming in, he stood up and said, "You guys should have a good talk." The current Sigrid wasn't in love with him and was on the defense when facing him. She probably wouldn't listen to what he said, so it was better for him to let Rachel handle the matter. Sigrid looked at Rachel and found that her hair was longer now. This made her feel a little uncomfortable inside. Seeing that George had left the war
George almost let out an exasperated laugh at her reaction. He'd never seen her recoil from his touch like that before. Sigrid looked at him in fear and said, "George...if you have something to say, please do it nicely. A man of honor reasons things out and does not resort to using force!" George said solemnly, "How about you put down your phone, then? Let's talk things through nicely." Sigrid nodded and turned off the video on the phone. She adjusted her position to a dogeza, minus the bowing part. Her posture was straight, her hands politely placed on her thighs. She looked reserved, dignified and elegant. And also very well-behaved! He said, "You still need to be under observation for another three days at most. After that, we'll go back together. Don't even expect to return to the Vincent family or to go out and live on your own. You have to come back and live with me." George thought that his words were implicit, but with an unequivocal hint to
However, if he didn't hold her in his arms, he felt uncomfortable all over! The next morning when Sigrid woke up, she was relieved to see that her clothes were still intact. She was rather baffled to see there were faint dark circles under George's eyes. After she pondered for a long time, she ascribed the reason to him being unaccustomed to spending a night on a hospital bed. Before she ate her breakfast, Sigrid had her blood drawn and her excrements collected for a medical checkup. After she polished off her breakfast, there were a series of examinations awaiting her. The day before, she'd mentioned doing a medical checkup, and George had really arranged for someone to get it done the very next day. She was fully examined from head to toe. Although she was prioritized, it still took her a lot of time to wrap up the examinations. After Sigrid finished them, she lay down directly on the bed. She counted in her head and realized that it wa