Both of them were neatly dressed, clearly indicating that they each slept separately last night, and nothing happened.
Old Master Ink glared at Manuel Ink, then at Sumr Sutton, seemingly infuriated by them.
"You, you, you!" Trembling as he pointed at the two, Old Master Ink wore a face full of exasperation, "Manuel Ink, you’re truly a block of wood that can’t be carved!"
"Enough of this fuss, it’s ti to disperse." Manuel Ink straightened his clothes, walked past him, and headed expressionlessly to his room.
He left quickly, and once the door opened, didn’t linger in the room at all.
Old Master Ink’s move last night counted as a well-intentioned effort, but he hadn’t expected to end up with this result.
He was furious with Manuel Ink, staring at his retreating back for a long ti, shaking his sleeves angrily before heading downstairs.
"Honestly, never seen soone so foolish! Locked in a room together, and still nothing happened! I’m so mad!"
He seed quite frustrated; his complaints about Manuel Ink could be heard from afar.
Actually, whether Manuel Ink was foolish or not, everyone knew.
His way of handling things was simply different from Old Master’s; when it ca to won, he just didn’t bother with force...
...
Ever since last night, Sumr Sutton felt particularly uneasy in the Ink Family, always avoiding Old Master Ink, essentially never having any direct clashes with him.
When Old Master was upstairs, she was downstairs; when Old Master was downstairs, she was upstairs.
Even during als, they were avoided, fearing that as soon as Old Master saw her, he’d get a wicked idea again.
This behavior made Old Master extrely unsatisfied.
He cornered Sumr Sutton at the stairway, stopped her from dodging, and sarcastically said with a stern face, "What are you hiding from? Can I eat you?"
"Grandpa, it’s nothing like that." Sumr Sutton felt a bit awkward, stopped her attempt to escape, and slowly walked towards him.
Old Master gave her a sidelong glance and dragged her downstairs.
"Manuel’s parents are coming back today, you should go welco them, might beco your future father-in-law and mother-in-law?" Dragging Sumr Sutton down the stairs, he pulled her towards the garden.
Sumr Sutton was sowhat frightened by his words, attempting to cling to a nearby tree, refusing to go out with him.
"Grandpa, I just rembered, I have sothing to do that I need to take care of, I won’t go!"
"Grandpa, let go of !"
"Grandpa!"
Sumr Sutton’s resistance was firm, unable to match Old Master’s strength; passing by another tree, she simply wrapped her limbs around it, hugging the tree tightly.
Her posture was sowhat comical, but Sumr Sutton didn’t care much about it.
She only knew she couldn’t go.
One Old Master Ink was already enough to unsettle her in the Ink Family; if Manuel Ink’s parents were the sa kind of people, always thinking about forcing things together, how would her future days in this family be?
Old Master had never seen soone as timid as her, standing with his hands on his hips to the side, almost choking on Sumr Sutton’s behavior.
Manuel Ink walked over from inside the house, heading straight to Sumr Sutton, who was still clinging to the tree; he picked her up like a chick and walked towards the house with her.
Sumr Sutton thought his current manner was extrely inelegant but felt lucky.
Right now, she only wanted to go inside and didn’t want to welco those two from the Ink Family.
Maybe Manuel Ink was actually helping her out?
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