"What on earth did you say to my father?"
"And what did you tell your dad to make him order you to apologize to me?" Mia's head was so heavy she could barely lift it, her hand clenching Andre's wrist tightly.
Both of them were feeling awkward.
Unable to determine each other's intentions, Mia broke the silence. "How about this, you agree to my two requests from this morning, and I'll stop calling you Old Andre or nephew. We each go our own way, sound good?"
Andre didn't respond.
To show her sincerity, she was the first to let go. "I won't hold you anymore. You can take it as a yes when you let me go."
Andre squinted at the girl he was messing with, laughing coldly, "You're pretty clever."
She was indirectly making him agree. She knew she couldn't possibly hold on to him like this all day. The moment he lets go, it would mean he accepted her proposal.
Andre didn't expect to be played by a twenty-year-old girl. He shrugged and let go of Mia, which also meant he agreed to Mia's suggestion.
Mia finally got what she wanted. She straightened up, stretched her neck, and looked at his wrist. The nail marks were deep.
With one hand massaging her neck, she kindly suggested, "Your wrist should scab over by tomorrow. Maybe you could wear a different watch to cover it up?"
The day of returning to Mia's house came quietly.
Early in the morning, she got up from the couch, tidied up early, waiting for Andre's appearance.
The moment she saw him, Mia couldn't help but remind him, "Remember your promise."
Andre ignored her, just putting all the gifts prepared at home into the trunk of the car.
The Irvin family lived in a villa in Whispersong Village, Havenbrook. It wasn't close to the Cedillo family. It took over an hour to drive.
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