Chapter 574: 199: Huan Huan: Aunt Zhang is absolutely not simple! _5
But under different circumstances, Samuel Thompson would allow it to happen.
Pag Gar frowned slightly, “Isn’t that just a big detour? Anyway, I’m going to marry your brother eventually. Isn’t it better to take this opportunity to threaten him to marry ? Nothing happened between us last night, and it doesn’t guarantee anything for ! What if your brother forgets about this after a while?”
If it were a fake act turned real, she might even get pregnant.
But right now-
There’s no chance of her getting pregnant at all.
How can a person get pregnant on her own?
If she can’t get pregnant, she can’t marry by having a child, and she’ll have no hope.
Samuel Thompson doesn’t really like her.
It’s better to take advantage of Samuel Thompson’s remorse now, and take the chance to make him marry her.
If ti drags on, complications will arise.
As for this matter, Sylvia Thompson just decided on a whim and was not fully prepared.
So, last night, Samuel Thompson only drank a potion of illusions.
Originally, Pag Gar wanted sothing to happen, but the man who passed out slept like a dead man, and she was powerless.
“Don’t rush.” Sylvia Thompson gave a faint smile, her eyes full of scheming, “As long as you listen to , I have a way to make my second brother willingly propose to you.”
“Really?” Pag Gar looked at Sylvia Thompson, her eyes lighting up instantly, “How sure are you?”
Compared to threats, Pag Gar was more looking forward to Samuel Thompson proposing to her willingly.
She really liked Samuel Thompson.
And wanted to win his love genuinely.
“Completely.” Sylvia Thompson answered confidently.
Hearing this, Pag Gar laughed, “Are you that confident?”
Completely sure?
As the words fell, Pag Gar continued, “Your second brother is a thoughtful man. Are you so sure that he will follow your plan?”
It didn’t seem reliable at all.
Sylvia Thompson nodded slightly, “Of course, provided that you listen to .”
Pag Gar nodded, “Fine, I’ll listen to you once.”
She was curious to see if Sylvia Thompson had such capabilities.
Sylvia Thompson said with a smile, “Don’t worry, Sister Pag Gar, I won’t let you down.”
She never said anything she wasn’t sure of.
Compared to Mandel Thompson-
Samuel Thompson was much easier to handle.
“Alright.”
Sylvia Thompson raised her coffee, “Sister Pag Gar, here’s to coffee instead of wine, wishing us smooth sailing and wishing you to beco my sister-in-law soon.”
The words “sister-in-law” gently hit Pag Gar’s heart, stirring waves of ripples.
Heaven knew-
How much she wanted to be Sylvia Thompson’s sister-in-law.
At the ti when she thought she would never have the chance to fulfill her dream, fate gave her another opportunity.
“Thank you.”
Pag Gar picked up her coffee cup and gently tapped Sylvia Thompson’s coffee cup.
Thompson Clan.
Samuel Thompson was in poor shape.
Since returning ho yesterday morning, he had been lying in bed, not in the mood to paint.
Very troubled.
He even felt that he had lost the qualification to like the girl in his heart.
Ding Ding Ding–
There ca a knock on the door.
“I’m not hungry.”
Samuel Thompson said.
“Second Brother, it’s .” Viola Thompson’s voice ca from outside the door.
“Little sister, wait a mont.”
Samuel Thompson imdiately got up from the bed, put on his clothes, went to the bathroom, washed his face, and combed his ssy hair.
Then he opened the door, smiled, “Little sister, you’ve co.”
Viola Thompson nodded slightly, “Big brother.”
Although Samuel Thompson was smiling-
Viola couldn’t help but sense he was hiding sothing.
Her eyes curved, and she looked around the room, “Second Brother, can I co in and sit?”
“Of course.” Samuel Thompson opened the door.
Viola Thompson went in.
As an artist, Samuel Thompson’s room was different from ordinary people’s.
The walls of the room were painted in different colors.
There was even a skeleton in the corner.
And various plaster statues.
“Little sister, do you want so water?”
“No.”
Viola Thompson sat down at the table, “Big brother, have you encountered any troubles lately?”
“No.” Samuel Thompson scratched the back of his head, sighed, “I’ve just hit a bottleneck in my creative work.”
Even painters have their bottleneck periods.
Although Samuel Thompson’s paintings could sell for seven figures each-
He couldn’t pick up a paintbrush every day.
But Viola Thompson could see that Samuel Thompson didn’t seem to be going through a bottleneck period.
“Big brother, if there’s anything I can help with, just let know.”
“Hmm.” Samuel Thompson nodded his head.
Just then, as if he rembered sothing, “Oh right, little sister, this is for you.”
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