Amos and Juju withdrew their gazes and nodded with a smiling face.
"Harley is right. It's good."
Harley was speechless.
Wouldn't they feel guilty for lying through their teeth?
The four of them walked past the garden and went to the room. Harley quickened his pace when he caught sight of an extra little beauty in the house.
"Hello, beautiful..."
As soon as his words settled, he looked at the completely different room in front of him in bewilderment, "I'm sorry, I think that I'm in the wrong place!"
He rushed out immediately and turned to look at Amos and Eudora, only to realize that he hadn't gone in the wrong direction.
He then stared at the terrifying mash- up of the room once again. His face twitched.
"Why... why did you decorate the house in such a way?"
"Isn't it nice?" Juju asked in reply.
Nice? Of all things, nice would be the last word that he would use to describe this room. It was atrocious!
The color combination and the type of furniture were completely mismatched. It was terrifying...
He had initially thought that he had no preferences for his living environment as his house was always untidy like a pigsty. However, when he looked at this room right now, he felt that even his own pigsty was better.
At this moment, Juju asked again, "Isn't it nice?"
Harley was about to speak, but his gaze fell on Eudora once again.
"Eudora, this isn't your doing, is it?"
Wesley, Charlie, and Cindy, who were standing behind her, nodded stiffly.
Harley chuckled helplessly. He couldn't seem to find the courage to continue his sentence.
"It is quite nice."
Three of them laughed.
Harley decided to stay away from Eudora and Amos immediately as he did not want to compliment them insincerely. Instead, he opted to play with Juju.
"It's still early. Shall I prepare dinner?" Cindy asked.
"Of course!" Harley cried, "I'm so hungry that I could starve to death!"
Amos nodded as well. They had not had anything yet for the whole night. Dinner was a must.
Cindy turned around and went to prepare dinner. Eudora waited for them to leave before glancing at the tragic decorations in front of her.
"I'm sorry. I crossed the line." Amos shook his head, "It's fine."
"Don't lie to me. I can't stand it anymore." Eudora knew that her reputation as a chief designer would be ruined if others were to know about this matter.
She finally spoke after a long pause.
"Could we still get our old furniture back?"
She asked prudently, blinking like an innocent rabbit.
Amos couldn't refrain from smiling, "I don't think that that's possible!"
Eudora frowned, "I see."
It seemed that she needed to look for another way to decorate this room again. At this moment, Amos spoke again.
"We could still buy them again."
Eudora shook her head hurriedly, "Forget it! I think that it'd be better if I were to redecorate the room. Let me try!"
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