CEO's substitute bride (Alyssa)

Chapter 370

After Alyssa finished speaking, she looked at Angela again.

Angela hugged Emmett's neck and tilted her head as she sweetly called out, "Pretty sister."

"Yes." Alyssa replied and her voice unconsciously became gentle, "Angela, you can't run around like today anymore in the future."

Only at this time did Emmett find out why he was so familiar with this woman in front of him.

He remembered that day when he was waiting for the red light at the intersection, Angela also called her "Pretty Sister.”

In the past three years, many socialites and ladies were committed to approaching him, trying to present themselves with various ways.

He himself did not know why, but he was not interested in those so-called "beauties" at all. Looking at them, he felt that they all looked the same.

Even Angela's biological mother, Marilyn, could not arouse any interest from him.

If he did not ask someone to compare his and Angela's DNA, he would not have believed that he had actually been with Marilyn once.

Compared to the last time he saw her, the woman in front of his eyes had changed a lot and looked much more pleasing to the eye.

The last time he only took a quick glance. He only remembered that she was a skinny woman with a face as white as a ghost. She was as ugly as she could be.

Now, it seemed that she had grown some flesh.

However...

Emmett's gaze fell on Alyssa's slender wrist that was exposed. He suspected that he could crush her wrist bones with just a light pinch.

Emmett's gaze was too sharp, as if it was real knifes, sticking to her. Alyssa felt uncomfortable when he looked at her.

She could only change the topic and asked, "Mr. Lawrence, when you. . . were on the phone before, how did you know Angela found an older sister to help her make a call?"

Emmett restrained his gaze and looked at her face. His tone was indifferent. "She calls everyone who is taller than her sister. And she only talks to elder sisters."

The truth was that Angela would call whoever of the same sex "pretty elder sister" no matter how old she was when she saw those who thought they were pretty.

And Angela would specially talk to her “pretty sisters.”

"So that's how it is." Alyssa nodded.

bag suddenly vibrated. Alyssa took it

it up. She raised her head and hurriedly said to Emmett, "Mr. Lawrence, I really do not need any remuneration. You must take care of

she finished speaking, she looked at Angela

she took out her phone to answer

I forgot to call you back." She was playing with Angela before, so she had forgotten

was at that moment that she realized that

Are you

"I'm going back now."

Hazel's phone when

over the phone.

the time and found that it was already past six o'clock. She said, "I am still outside, but just about to take a taxi back. Have you

address. I will come to

that if Sampson continued talking to her, she would not be

peak hour after work and it was not

worse. Before Alyssa could call the car, a thunderbolt flashed in the

it was the last thunderstorm at the end of summer, it came in a threatening manner. The raindrops, as big as beans, hit directly in her

less than two hits. She found an advertisement slot and hid

phone rang again at this

at it. It was a string of numbers

Emmett's phone number that she had called

hesitated for a moment before picking

is there

of the rain hitting her eardrums. "Get in the car and sit in the passenger seat. I can't park

heard a "beep" as soon as he finished

just pulling over before her. The car honked again in case she did not notice its

lips and held the bag to her head. She hurriedly walked over and

she heard

around and saw Angela sitting in the children's safety seat in the back. She had a bottle of milk in her mouth and smiled

and called out,

way, and could not help but turn his head to

a little more pleasing to the eye than other women.

was sitting in the back row, held up the milk

mind was very simple. If she liked someone, she would be willing to

don't need it. You can drink

to drink the milk with her hands holding