Chapter 475 The True Love Of Myron (1/2)

As an outsider, Nina didn't dare to say a word, but she was completely different from usual.

Speaking of this, the engagement ceremony should have been completed, and miss Nina, who had helped her, should have left unscathed. However, the Lu Clan was so busy that they forgot about it.

It didn't matter. After all, there would be a wedding ceremony next. It would be better to have one more person to help.

Of course, Nina didn't dare to say a word. She was afraid that someone would mention it!

No one said a word from beginning to end. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell that they were in a bad mood.

Fortunately, Sherry didn't come today, or he might be provoked by Mrs. Wilson again.

After dinner, Mrs. Wilson followed Mr. Sidney into the lounge, which was unusual.

It was obvious that he had something to say.

Instead of opening his mouth immediately, Mr. Sidney made tea leisurely.

There was a note of importance in making tea. It was not like pouring the tea into the pot with some boiling water, but the equipment and processes were indispensable. The tea ceremony required a gradual process.

In the process, Mrs. Wilson almost choked to death.

However, even so, Mrs. Wilson didn't dare to disturb him halfway, which was a taboo and also the bottom line of Mr. Sidney.

The long wait finally drew to an end. Mrs. Wilson could finally breathe deeply. She stared at Mr. Sidney with burning eyes, fearing that he would slip away from her again.

Oh, yes, yes, slip away.

God knew how many times Mr. Sidney had sneaked past under the eyes of Mrs. Wilson. Every time he didn't care about his own feelings, or he ignored her existence again and again.

This time, Mrs. Wilson swore to God that he had to listen to whatever she wanted to hear or not.

Perhaps it was because Mrs. Wilson's eyes were too red that Mr. Sidney sighed slightly. After the last step, he finally looked up at her and asked, ”What do you want to say?”

”I don't want to hear those cliches.” Mr. Sidney was very straightforward. Perhaps he was getting older and older, and he became impatient to pretend to be a snake at home. Or perhaps it was because of the frequent small movements of Mrs. Mrs. Wilson, who had annoyed him again and again, had worn out his patience.

Fortunately, there was no third person here, which was for the sake of Mrs. Wilson's face.

Mrs. Mrs. Wilson blushed. She couldn't bear to be disliked before she opened her mouth!

He didn't like to listen to her, did he? Don't you think so? Then she would say something new today