Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime Chapter 1373: 1373: Who Exactly Has Dirty Thoughts

Chapter 1373: Chapter 1373: Who Exactly Has Dirty Thoughts

Clyde Sumrs said nothing, just smiled faintly at her.

It was a flirtatious smile, a teasing smile, a keenly interested smile, and also a mischievous smile.

Atra Blanc was so nervous from his gaze that her whole body tensed up, she pressed her lips together, and her cheeks unknowingly flushed.

Clyde Sumrs’ smile deepened even further.

He suddenly stood up, and Atra shrank back, taking half a step backward.

At age fifteen, Clyde Sumrs was already 1.76 ters tall, standing in front of Atra Blanc, he was half a head taller than her.

From his elevated view, it was far easier to admire the girl’s shyness.

“Why are you blushing?” Clyde Sumrs intriguingly stared at her, “Could it be… you thought I would make an inappropriate request? Like asking you to give a kiss?”

Atra Blanc’s face was bright red with embarrassnt: “What nonsense are you talking?! You… you have a dirty mind!”

“I have a dirty mind?” Clyde Sumrs teased her, “Co on, be reasonable. Clearly, you were the first to have inappropriate thoughts. Between the two of us, who’s really got the dirty mind?”

“I did not!” Atra Blanc was flustered and picked up her cat, running off with sha and anger, like a hopping white rabbit, in a complete panic.

Clyde Sumrs didn’t chase after her. He stood where he was, smiling and watching her departing figure.

After laughing for a while, his expression gradually froze…

He suddenly clenched his fist and smashed it in the air! Frustrated, he said, “I forgot to tell her my na!”

How foolish of a mistake!

Spent the whole afternoon, and forgot to introduce himself!

Failure!

… But there’s still a chance to make up.

He knows she’s from the Blanc Family Clinic and also that she’s a nurse at Renford Hospital, that’s enough…

If he’s determined, they will definitely et again.

…

At the Sumrs Residence where the trees are in lush shade, the over-50-year-old Old Master Sumrs was playing chess with the housekeeper in the garden.

Old Master Sumrs is worth talking about.

In his youth, he was quite famous in the Clearwater business circle, daring and adventurous. Unfortunately, a life of excess laid down troubles, smoke, alcohol, and won drained his health. In middle age, his health gradually declined, and now Old Master Sumrs is rely managing to hold on.

He has two sons. The eldest, Dylan Sumrs, is born of his late first wife and is in his thirties now without any offspring. He’s tried all kinds of modern dicine and traditional dicine to no avail, they say his sperm motility is low.

A man with such an illness can be looked down upon, even Old Master Sumrs as the father feels his eldest son lacks masculinity, speaking or acting with a pretentious air, lacking backbone.

Old Master Sumrs’ second wife bore him a second son, Clyde Sumrs, whom he values the most. Clyde looks very much like him; he’s intelligent, and most importantly, Clyde is naturally arrogant, uninhibited, and brash.

Old Master Sumrs particularly appreciates this wildness, vaguely reminiscent of his youthful flair: indulgent, uninhibited, daring, for what else is youthful arrogance for?

When Clyde Sumrs returned, he passed the garden and saw the two playing chess, drawing closer to sneak a peek.

“Uncle Jones is impressive, about to checkmate,”

The housekeeper Uncle Jones laughed and said, “Young master, a gentleman observes the ga without speaking.”

“Being a gentleman is boring, being a hero seems more fitting,” Clyde Sumrs joked in good spirits, “Besides, I have to show filial piety; I can’t just watch as my father loses hopelessly.”

Old Master Sumrs glanced at him with a faint smile, “If you were truly filial, you’d study hard. Your teacher called ho today saying you hadn’t attended classes all afternoon. What happened?”

“It was math class this afternoon, that old man’s lectures are too long-winded, and his accent is especially thick. Listening to it too long might harm the brain,” Clyde Sumrs said indifferently, “Anyway, I understand those exercises already, so I just went to rest my mind.”

After that, he asked Old Master Sumrs, “Dad, why not let skip another grade? The current lessons are incredibly dull.”

“No, the school has regulations. You can’t skip another. Don’t be too prideful, consider it as reinforcing your foundation.”

Clyde Sumrs casually curled the corner of his mouth and lazily uttered an “oh.”

Old Master Sumrs asked again, “How did you get the injury on your face?”