Marriage With A Evil Heart

I glanced at my dad, the corner of my mouth lifted, and picked up the phone, “Hello? Who is it?”

“Daisy, let’s meet up!” Amelia’s soft voice came over the phone.

“Amelia?” I asked deliberately, “Sorry, I’m not in Newport anymore, back in Southend!”

“Something wrong with you?”

Amelia across the room burst out laughing, then said with sarcasm, “That’s nice, Daisy, it’s nice to be with family!”

“Uh-huh! Happy!” I responded directly.

I could already hear her impatience, it looked like she couldn’t fake it anymore, and I could imagine that at this point, she was definitely not comfortable, if not all over the place.

After all, everything is because of her, plus with gigolo fooling around, contracted the disease, Robert and Steven, it is impossible not to find out! Then Amelia, at this time, should be exactly burnt out.

So I continued in a pleasant warm tone, “Happy indeed, it’s been a long time since I’ve been back, with all the lights and colors, it’s still good to be home!”

“Hahahaha …” Amelia laughed maniacally, the sound a little creepy sounding.

“Daisy, “You think you really won?” Amelia shot back grimly to, a little hysterically, “Don’t you think I’m the only woman out there for Robert!”

“So what? I don’t care, you’d better figure out whose baby Ryan really is!” I laughed softly and said lightly, “It’s not like you can’t even figure out whose it is, is it?”

“Daisy, don’t get cocky, you’re just being used by them until they drain you dry!” Amelia was close to snarling.

“Hmm! That’s because I still have that value and you have nothing left.” I irritate her.

Amelia laughed madly at my words, laughing uproariously, “That ‘banshee’ won’t leave you alone. Daisy, don’t you get cocky!”

Then she hung up.

I frowned, analyzing her words, what did she mean, ‘that demon girl won’t leave me alone?’

My dad looked over at me, “Daisy, is something wrong?”

I gathered myself then, smiled and shrugged, “No!”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

The phone rang again, it was Blake. he had come to pick me up to go see Jacob.

I told him which yard it was, and in no time at all he walked in, looking somewhat familiar.

He came in, nodded slightly directly at my dad, and called out, “Bruce!”

It seems my suspicion was right is that they are familiar with each other.

“Would you like a cup of tea before you go?” My dad asked, still sitting in his rocking chair, looking over at the great man.

“No, I’ll come back tonight!” Blake said in a breezy way, as if coming here was like coming home.

“Then you can come back here and eat! Don’t eat out!” My dad’s tone was that of a dictate, not a discussion or an invitation.

Blake grinned, “At your service!”

Then looking to me, “Ready to go?”

I hurriedly got up and looked at my dad, “Tell mom I’m going to see a friend and I’ll be right back!”

My dad raised his hand a bit to signal us to go, picking up the county book again in his hand.

I locked eyes with Blake, who shrugged and tilted his head once, and we walked out the door together. But I could feel a gaze behind us.