"In that case, I'll just spill it out." Emma grabbed my hands as if she was ready to give up and said with a serious look, "Please teach me how to pursue Aaron!"
The tension broke down instantly. It was completely beyond my expectations, and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You guys are already married. Is there a need to do so?"
"Of course it's necessary!" Emma blushed. Loosening her hands, she turned her face to the side and spat, "Aaron only regards me as his wife now, so he doesn't really think I'm his woman. There's always something between us. We may seem intimate, but in fact, we are distant."
This was not like her character, I teased her after that. "I was there when you were meeting Aaron on that date. Isn't a distant relationship what you wanted? I'm quite curious. Who changed you in less than half a year?"
Emma suddenly became embarrassed and retorted, "I... just fell for him. Who knew this would happen?"
She jerked her head around and glared at me. "Will you help me or not?"
Judging from her nervous look, she was not as straightforward as she used to be. I was so excited that I patted my chest and agreed. "Absolutely, I said we are sisters. There is no reason not to help. I know Aaron well, and I will definitely make you two fall in love with each other in the shortest time possible!"
Emma puckered her lips in embarrassment. I was about to reveal Aaron's secret, but suddenly realised something was off and questioned her gravely, "Did you and Aaron collude with each other to have me stay here?"
"How is that possible! I haven't told him about this yet!" Emma responded innocently with an inexplicable expression. "Aaron said that you and Anne would come and stay for a period of time, so I thought of asking you for help. I've wanted to ask since just now, if you and Mr. Roberts are alright? Why would you want to run away from home?"
Huh? I hadn't!
"Wait." I was on my guard. "You said we would live here for a while, not only a weekend?"
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