mousepad-d2 Chapter 975 - 941: The Long Road to Win Her Heart
Chapter 975 - 941: The Long Road to Win Her Heart
"Then what should I call?"
"I don’t care what you call him, but you absolutely cannot call him father-in-law!"
"..."
"My dad will never be your father-in-law!" Curly said mercilessly.
George hung his head, holding the gift box in both hands, and fell silent.
Owen Hunter looked at his son, let out a deep sigh, and Aria Harris beside him was both angry and heartbroken, upset with her son’s stubbornness, yet pained by the humiliation he faced.
"The road to winning a wife is long and uncertain." Owen lamented.
"Who’s to blame for your son’s foolishness? How is Gracey any worse than Jayce? Yet he just looks down on Gracey and stubbornly likes Jayce." Aria snorted coldly, speaking angrily.
Gracey, whose full name is Gracey Richter, liked George just as much as he liked Curly.
Alas, the matchmaker messed up, each one in a one-sided love.
"Love, who can really explain it?"
Aria pursed her lips, disapprovingly looking at Owen, "He’s only five, what does he know about love? Just wait, when he grows up and finds his self-respect, he won’t shamelessly chase after girls anymore."
Owen watched his son chasing after Curly again and doubted his wife’s words.
"This foolish boy learned so many ways to court a girl, but forgets them all when he sees Curly. Serves him right that he can’t win a wife."
...
Curly removed her makeup and changed into wide-legged black suspender pants, paired with a sleeveless ruffled pink-purple shirt. Her curly hair wasn’t long but just enough to be tied up, adorned with a strawberry gem hairpin.
"Have you finished changing?"
"No."
"..."
"Don’t come in! I’m still bare-bottomed, if you come in, you’re being lewd."
Outside, George remained silent, as Curly moved to the window, planning to sneak out, suddenly startled by George standing scarily outside the window.
"I knew you would try to escape by the window!" George said, predicting the move.
"Hmph! Who says I’m escaping? This is my house, why should I run?" Curly retorted, stubbornly.
"Then why open the window?"
"Isn’t it okay to enjoy the view? Mind your business! Hmph!" Curly made a face at George, "Annoying pest!"
The window slammed shut.
Knock knock...
The door was knocked on, Curly said, "I’m not here!"
"I have a gift for you."
"I don’t want it!"
"Open the door and let me in!"
"No!"
"Then we’ll just drag it out like this!" George retorted defiantly, "If I can’t get in, you’ll never be able to come out!"
"..."
"Don’t even try escaping through the window. I’m standing where I can see the window, you step up and I’ll spot you. I’m taller now, and I’ve been running regularly, so don’t think you can shake me off."
"George, why do you always cling to me?"
"I like you, I want to marry you and make you my wife."
The door suddenly swung open, and there stood the furious Curly. George walked in, holding the gift box.
"I prepared a gift for you!"
Curly saw him sticking to her like glue, feeling irritated as she had clearly told him she didn’t like him anymore, yet he clung to her.
Curly looked at the big gift box, feeling that if she didn’t open it, George might stick to her forever.
She took the gift box from George and placed it on the table, opening it to find many beautiful butterfly specimens inside.
"Do you like it? I caught and made them myself," George said excitedly.
Curly glanced at George, sighed, and said reluctantly, "I like it, thank you."
The smile on George’s face disappeared, "Your expression and what you said don’t match at all."
"..."
"You don’t actually like it!"
George picked up the butterfly specimens from the table and threw them to the ground forcefully, scattering the carefully crafted specimens all over.
"What are you doing?" Curly looked at the butterflies across the floor, knowing how fragile they were and even more shattered from the impact.
"I made them for you, but if you don’t like them, what’s the point in keeping them?"
"George, you’re so annoying!"
George stood there, eyes reddened, looking very aggrieved.