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Chapter 370
After Alyssa finished speaking, she looked at Angela again.
Angela hugged Emmett's neck and tilted her head as she sweetly called out, "Pretty sister."
"Yes." Alyssa replied and her voice unconsciously became gentle, "Angela, you can't run around like
today anymore in the future."
Only at this time did Emmett find out why he was so familiar with this woman in front of him.
He remembered that day when he was waiting for the red light at the intersection, Angela also called
her "Pretty Sister.”
In the past three years, many socialites and ladies were committed to approaching him, trying to
present themselves with various ways.
He himself did not know why, but he was not interested in those so-called "beauties" at all. Looking at
them, he felt that they all looked the same.
Even Angela's biological mother, Marilyn, could not arouse any interest from him.
If he did not ask someone to compare his and Angela's DNA, he would not have believed that he had
actually been with Marilyn once.
Compared to the last time he saw her, the woman in front of his eyes had changed a lot and looked
much more pleasing to the eye.
The last time he only took a quick glance. He only remembered that she was a skinny woman with a
face as white as a ghost. She was as ugly as she could be.
Now, it seemed that she had grown some flesh.
However...
Emmett's gaze fell on Alyssa's slender wrist that was exposed. He suspected that he could crush her
wrist bones with just a light pinch.
Emmett's gaze was too sharp, as if it was real knifes, sticking to her. Alyssa felt uncomfortable when he
looked at her.
She could only change the topic and asked, "Mr. Lawrence, when you. . . were on the phone before,
how did you know Angela found an older sister to help her make a call?"
Emmett restrained his gaze and looked at her face. His tone was indifferent. "She calls everyone who
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtis taller than her sister. And she only talks to elder sisters."
The truth was that Angela would call whoever of the same sex "pretty elder sister" no matter how old
she was when she saw those who thought they were pretty.
And Angela would specially talk to her “pretty sisters.”
"So that's how it is." Alyssa nodded.
The phone in her bag suddenly vibrated. Alyssa took it out and saw that it was Hazel calling.
She held the phone but did not pick it up. She raised her head and hurriedly said to Emmett, "Mr.
Lawrence, I really do not need any remuneration. You must take care of your daughter in the future.
She is still too young. I will leave first."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Angela again and left.
As she walked, she took out her phone to answer Hazel's phone.
"Sorry, I forgot to call you back." She was playing with Angela before, so she had forgotten about this
matter.
It was at that moment that she realized that she actually liked children so much.
"It's okay. Are you home?"
"I'm going back now."
Alyssa had just hung up Hazel's phone when Sampson called again.
It was very quiet over the phone. "Where are you?"
Alyssa looked at the time and found that it was already past six o'clock. She said, "I am still outside, but
just about to take a taxi back. Have you already gone home?"
Sampson hummed and said, "Send me the address. I will come to pick you up."
"No need. Take a rest. I'll take a taxi back and be back soon." Alyssa knew that if Sampson continued
talking to her, she would not be able to convince him, so she hung up the phone.
It was peak hour after work and it was not easy to take a taxi.
The situation got even worse. Before Alyssa could call the car, a thunderbolt flashed in the sky and it
started to rain.
Perhaps because, it was the last thunderstorm at the end of summer, it came in a threatening manner.
The raindrops, as big as beans, hit directly in her face, making her face hurt.
Alyssa's thin clothes were drenched by the rain in less than two hits. She found an advertisement slot
and hid under it, but it was useless.
Her phone rang again at this time.
Alyssa squinted her eyes and looked at it. It was a string of numbers without a name.
That was Emmett's phone number that she had called before. But she did not save it.
She hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone.
"Mr. Lawrence, is there anything else?"
The man's voice was low and heavy. It was accompanied by the sound of the rain hitting her eardrums.
"Get in the car and sit in the passenger seat. I can't park here."
Alyssa heard a "beep" as soon as he finished speaking.
When she raised her eyes, she saw a black car just pulling over before her. The car honked again in
case she did not notice its existence.
Alyssa bit her lips and held the bag to her head. She hurriedly walked over and pulled open the
passenger door before sitting in.
She had just sat down when she heard Angela's baby voice from behind, "Pretty sister!"
Alyssa turned around and saw Angela sitting in the children's safety seat in the back. She had a bottle
of milk in her mouth and smiled until her eyes curved into crescent moons.
Alyssa smiled and called out, "Angela."
Emmett was driving his way, and could not help but turn his head to look at Alyssa when he heard her.
She was only a little more pleasing to the eye than other women. But why did Angela like her so much?
Angela, who was sitting in the back row, held up the milk in her hands and said to Alyssa, "Drink."
A child's mind was very simple. If she liked someone, she would be willing to share toys and food with
them.
"I don't need it. You can drink it yourself, Angela."
When Angela heard her say so, she continued to drink the milk with her hands holding tightly on the
bottle.
Alyssa turned her head and said apologetically to Emmett, "Sorry, Mr. Lawrence. Your car is wet by me.
. ."
Usually, most people would say, "It doesn’t matter” or “It’s okay.”
However, Emmett only responded lightly. "Yes."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHuh?
What did he mean?
Although it was raining outside, the temperature did not drop for a while, so the car was still properly
air-conditioned.
Alyssa's clothes were completely wet. When the cold air blew, she could not help but shiver.
At this time, the man next to her threw his suit jacket over and turned off the air conditioning.
The quality of the suit jacket was very good and it was excellently smooth. The cut and design were
both very sophisticated. And there was also a unique fresh, sweet smell belonging to the man on it.
Alyssa held the suit jacket and froze for a moment. Then she turned to look at Emmett. "Mr. Lawrence.
. ."
But Emmett only asked her, "Where do you live?"
His tone was too decisive and forceful, which made Alyssa subconsciously tell him the address.
Emmett heard her and set the navigation system, but he did not say anything.
Alyssa looked at his neat profile and hesitated for a moment, but still wrapped his jacket around her
body.
Her current body was slightly worse than an ordinary person and she could not catch a cold.
If she was sick, Sampson would be angry.
Angela, who was in the back row, fell asleep quickly while drinking milk. Emmett did not say anything
and Alyssa's breathing was even lighter.
The car fell into silence, but there was a strange sense of harmony.
It was as if this scene had happened before.
When Alyssa was wandering in her mind, Emmett's indifferent voice sounded beside her ear, "You are
here."
She suddenly came back to her senses and took off the suit from her body, "Sorry for the trouble
caused, Mr. Lawrence."
Emmett did not say anything. He just watched her get out of the car and rush into the rain. Her slim
figure looked especially fragile.
His hand on the steering wheel unconsciously clenched.