Upon hearing this, Norman Sutton mockingly said, "Of course you find annoying because you like those sweet-talking scumbags. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been tricked into coming here."
Even though Lana Holloway had mostly healed from this wound and was aware of what kind of person Zachary Wilson was, Norman Sutton just kept poking at her sore spot, purely hitting where it hurt the most.
She knew he wasn’t socially inept or clueless about how to speak; on the contrary, he spoke too well, knowing precisely what to say to hit your weak spot!
Lana Holloway walked ahead with a sulky expression; though she didn’t know where she was going, she just didn’t want to see him.
Norman Sutton looked at her puffed-up expression and instead showed a smug smile. His long legs effortlessly matched her pace, as he said, "Look at you, getting upset over a bit of truth."
Lana felt that if not for the slightly calming effect of the beautiful scenery offsetting Norman Sutton’s harsh words, she might have exploded from anger by now.
Norman Sutton didn’t call out to her; he just trailed wherever she road around the town.
The town boasted many unique shops, unlike those in the big city. Though not luxuriously decorated, the items within were one-of-a-kind treasures of the world.
Seeing a national-style embroidery shop abroad felt quite novel to Lana, so she couldn’t be bothered with Norman Sutton tagging along. She threw the breakfast leftovers into a street trash bin and walked toward the shop.
The shop’s exterior adhered to the street’s European style, yet the shop’s na was also "The Yates Family Courtyard."
She wasn’t sure if it was because of her master’s fa that everyone nad their shops after it, or if it was related to her master’s legacy?
Norman Sutton probably knew the answer to this question in her mind, but she wasn’t inclined to ask this sharp-tongued man.
Entering the store, she saw a bizarrely dressed middle-aged woman coming out, and other staff wore various styles and representations of ancient costus.
Perhaps due to the weather or the early hour, the street wasn’t crowded, and the store had even fewer visitors, probably fewer than the staff.
They seed to co specifically for customized clothing, and Lana Holloway overheard conversations in Chinese.
Just as she wanted to ask sothing, Norman Sutton suddenly called out to the woman in the qipao, "Auntie Laura, business is booming!"
The woman in the qipao glanced at Norman Sutton, slightly puzzled, trying to deduce his identity. She asked, "Are you the second Sutton or the third Sutton?"
Lana Holloway realized they were familiar with the Suttons.
Norman Sutton, smiling, said, "Auntie, I’m Six, can’t you even recognize ?"
Auntie Laura was surprised, "Oh, Six has grown so big? The last ti I saw you, you were just a little kid."
Norman Sutton replied, "That was more than a decade ago."
Auntie Laura laughed and sighed, "Yes, ti flies. You’ve all grown up, and we’re getting old. But why are you here? Did your parents co along too?"
Norman Sutton shook his head, "No, I’m here on a business trip and just happened to stroll by, so I decided to stop in and see you."
"Appreciate your thoughtfulness. Co inside for a hot cup of tea."
Norman Sutton glanced at Lana Holloway, whose gaze t his montarily before she looked away, as if signaling to others they weren’t acquainted or planning to have tea with him, as if it were a family eting.
Unexpectedly, his aunt asked Norman Sutton, "Is this your girlfriend?"
Lana Holloway barely uttered "No" before Norman Sutton denied, "No, she’s my mom’s new apprentice."
"Oh! So it’s you. Hazel often talks about you, saying she took in a talented young lady who is diligent and eager to learn, singing your praises to all the ti."
Lana Holloway gave an embarrassed smile, and the woman in the qipao led them inside, saying, "Co on in, have a chat."
With no reason to refuse, Lana Holloway went along.
The interior was traditionally styled in an antique way, with Auntie Laura sitting on one side, and Lana Holloway and Norman Sutton sitting on the other side of the table.
While making tea, Auntie Laura laughed and said, "Hazel says she’s particularly fond of this girl. I joked that with so many sons, one of them is bound to take a fancy to the girl and bring her into the family."
Lana Holloway gave a dry laugh, unsure of what to say, so Norman Sutton interjected, "Not just anyone can marry into the Sutton family."
Auntie Laura glanced at Norman Sutton, "What kind of talk is that in front of the girl? So rude!"
Norman Sutton remarked, "It’s true."
Auntie Laura poured the tea, handing it first to Lana Holloway and then to Norman Sutton, saying, "Hazel is super fond of this girl. She seems quite decent, with a refined appearance—one of you brothers should make an effort—it would fulfill your mom’s dream."
Norman Sutton scoffed disdainfully, "Please, nobody’s interested in her."
Auntie Laura smiled at Lana Holloway, "Don’t mind him, dear, this Sutton Six has always had a sharp tongue. When he was younger, his dad had to deal with him often. So things never change."
Lana Holloway smiled awkwardly, nodding. Initially, when she first t Norman Sutton, she was indeed displeased with his arrogant attitude. But after getting to know him more, she realized he rely behaved like a spoiled brat. His words could be harsh, but he never truly hard others.
So she no longer detested him as much, but sotis she still wanted to tear his mouth apart when he provoked her.
Auntie Laura and Lana discussed matters related to embroidery, while Norman Sutton sat quietly sipping tea, unable to contribute to the conversation.
Auntie Laura invited them to have lunch at the store. Dining on authentic hotown dishes while abroad brings warmth to the heart.
During the al, Norman Sutton received a call from his coach, asking him to return for training at 2 PM to prepare for the evening ga.
So after the al, they didn’t linger and took the sa bus back to the departure point.
Once they alighted, they were at the hotel Lana Holloway was staying in, and Norman Sutton said, "If you don’t have plans this afternoon, why not co along to watch us train? It’s livelier than staying in the hotel alone."
Lana considered and asked him, "Are there many handso guys on your team?"
Norman Sutton rolled his eyes, unabashedly declaring, "I’m the most handso on the team!"
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