Olive stopped speaking and smiled as she took the vanilla flavoured ice cream. "I like to eat anything in the original flavour. Thank you."
"You're welcome but I don't like the original flavor, I like chocolate. Then I'll give this green box to Uncle Avery. I only bought it because they said it was nice!" Sheryl passed the matcha-flavored ice cream to Avery.
Avery took the ice cream and let Sheryl take a seat. "You two can sit together."
"Alright."
Sheryl sat down beside Olive and began to tell her some interesting stories about ice cream.
Olive listened but her mind was wandering off. She suddenly realised a problem. She couldn't refuse Sheryl's kindness not because she was Ms. Emerson's daughter, but because she was Sheryl's. She was considerate and she treated Olive as a friend.
Even a child from an ordinary family couldn't refuse Sheryl, let alone herself.
Olive suddenly felt relieved. If she couldn't compete with the sun, then she would join the sun and become part of the light. At least, this way she could feel the heat and not stand in the shadow.
Fireworks suddenly exploded in the air.
Countless screams erupted. Sheryl stood up and waved her arms in surprise. "It's beautiful. The fireworks are so beautiful, Olive!"
'No matter how beautiful it was, it passed in a flash.'
Olive thought but she stood up and reached out her hands with Sheryl, trying to catch the firework that could not be caught. "Yes, it's beautiful."
While Sheryl was watching the fireworks, Olive was watching Sheryl.
In fact, apart from friendship, there was another relationship that lasted even longer. It was protecting each other.
Olive thought.
If possible, she wanted to protect Sheryl's smile for the rest of her life. She did not hate sorrow and despair. She could slowly forget all the pain. As long as Sheryl was by her side, she had nothing to be afraid of.
Perhaps it was because she was born an optimist.
After the fireworks were over, it was time for them to part ways.
Sheryl handed one of the toys to Olive and said, "Look at this when you miss me!"
"Thank you," Olive said as she took the box.
"Then I'll be going, bye bye." Sheryl left very chicly.
Olive watched as she left. She hugged the toy tightly and looked up to Avery. "Can I protect Sheryl? Like how your bodyguards protect you?"
"Of course, as long as you don't hurt her, you can do anything." Avery paused and warned her, "But you can't fall in love with her. You know what kind of love I'm talking about."
"I like boys..." Olive was very speechless. "And Dad, I'm not even ten. Isn't it too early to ask me this question?"
"Just promise me."
Olive didn't know what to say.
She might have adopted a fake father.
In fact, from calling him master to Mr. Avery and now to dad, she never felt a sense of discomfort. Avery had never required her to address him as master or dad. He always let her do as she pleased.
She should be quite happy to have such a father, shouldn't she?
That was what Olive thought.
Sheryl yawned after returning to Charlotte's side.
"Can you still get up tomorrow?" Charlotte picked her up and asked. Only now did she realise that Sheryl had grown quite a lot. She could no longer carry her easily.
Shane carried her calmly in his arms. He might even be able to carry the both of them without breaking a sweat.
"I can't get up," Sheryl said in a childish tone. "Mommy, are we going to another city tomorrow?"
"Sheryl, do you want to go or not?"
"Can we go in the afternoon?"
"Alright."
"Yeah!" After a little happy cheer, she leaned back on Shane's chest and said, "I'll go to sleep now."
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