True Love Waits

Chapter 1472 Extra Story About Erma (Part One)

In the Huo family manor, a young girl in a pink and white dress was sitting on the sofa, chatting with her friends over the phone. On the table beside her, there was an open box of Band-Aids. In the trash can nearby, there were a few used Band-Aids. Debbie was with a cold these past two days, and Erica had just taken upstairs a bowl of ginger tea a servant had prepared for her.

When she came back downstairs holding the empty tray, she noticed that Erma was still sitting on the same spot she last saw her. Helplessly, she rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen to put down the tray. Next, she walked up to her daughter and said mockingly, "Remove the Band-Aid slowly, or you'll have to be sent to the hospital later!"

She had never seen a girl as touchy as Erma. She only had a small cut on her finger, and yet she had changed more than ten Band-Aids in just half an hour.

Upon hearing her mother's deliberate sarcasm, Erma pouted in dissatisfaction. "Oh, Mom, I need my hand intact for drawing, doing makeup, and getting people's hair done. If it doesn't get well soon, how can I even hold a pen to draw?"

Erica patted her on the shoulder rather forcefully and spat, "I don't see any blood on your finger. Why can't you hold a pen? Just get out of this couch and go upstairs to do the drawings! You've promised your father you would create a car's design for him. It has been two years, but I haven't seen anything done yet. Your dad must be a fool to still believe in you."

It was all the Huo family men's fault. They were the ones who spoiled Erma like this. Now the girl was even more touchy than Erica was in her youth.

"Mom, you hurt me!" she complained, rolling her eyes at Erica. Nevertheless, Erma did as her mom said and stood up from the couch, slowly making her way towards the stairs.

She wasn't in the mood to explain to a layperson like Erica that inspiration didn't come that easy. It was quite common for a professional to think about a certain design for eight or ten years before they got it on paper.

At this time, the front door was opened, and Boswell came in.

As soon as Erma saw her brother, she ran upstairs as fast as she could.

"Erma, I'm back!" Boswell called out to stop her.

But Erma quickly disappeared at the turn of the stairs.

Aware that his young sister had run to avoid talking about the blind date, Boswell had no choice but to tell Erica, "Mom, I've already spoke to Adkins. Erma and Stan can meet tomorrow."

Erica nodded happily. "That's great! I'll arrange a place for them to meet tomorrow."

pulled Erica and confided, "Mom, don't worry. Stan

brother not to disturb Stan's work. We can

family. Your enthusiasm will only infuriate Erma again. You're acting as if

so far. A model, a fitness coach, a college student... Boswell, I'm telling you I've secretly seen this Stan up close. He's not only as driven in his career as Adkins, but he's also steady and stylish. I'm very satisfied with

a position in H Country that was only slightly below that of Adkins. Therefore, Erica did not doubt that he had a bright future ahead. Also, he was the only man who could live up to

important thing is that your daughter is," Boswell reminded her. He didn't think it was going to be easy to convince his sister to accept Stan

smiled. "Okay! Thank

matter how reluctant Erma was, Erica pulled her anyway towards the restaurant the He family had booked

He family was a large and politically influential family, who

patriarch who was already an old

private room, Matthew, Adkins, and Boswell were already chatting with the

that Stan He was the tall, handsome young man who behaved very nobly in

in astonishment. "It's you!"

her hands, but to no use. Everyone had already heard

sense if they did. Like Adkins, Stan was always busy. Even if he had come to Y City before, he wouldn't have stayed for

Erma shook her head at her

and contradicted her, "So, your name is

At that moment, Stan's father gently asked his son, "Stan, what's going

signaling that he shouldn't tell them anything. But Stan still replied anyway, "Last time I saw her, she let the air out of my car's tires." But since he had something urgent to attend, simply took another car and didn't mind asking anyone to investigate who that girl who

that they would meet each other again in

hand, was glaring at him. She was the type of girl who liked to put on a good facade in front

smiled, but didn't say anything

he had driven out on

when he found an empty spot in an

out of her car and