Nora got up and was about to leave with Alan. Rose walked them to the entrance of the courtyard with
Bright.
Alan's cool red Ferrari was parked in front of the courtyard.
Nora opened her arms to hug Rose before she left reluctantly.
On the way back to the Way family, Nora didn't say a word and just stared at the scenery outside
blankly, lost in her own thoughts.
Alan concentrated on driving while glancing at the quiet Nora from time to time.
She had always been active and bright. But today, she was so quiet that Alan even felt that the person
sitting next to him was not Nora.
Even if it was Nora, it was just a body without soul and breath.
Alan pursed his lips, wanted to ask her, but did not want to disturb her. Finally, he suppressed the urge
to ask her and focused on driving.
When they arrived at the Way family, Patriarch Way was playing chess with Wilson, Alan's elder
brother.
Diana Baker, Wilson's wife, was standing behind him. Their daughter Lottie was playing with Palmer
and Mrs. Way. Now, Lottie was the only child of the fourth generation and was being loved by
everyone.
In addition to Wilson and his family, there were Alan and Nora, who had just arrived.
When Mrs. Way saw that her youngest son was back, she got up and greeted him with a smile, "Hey,
Alan and Nora. Come and see how cute Lottie is. Come here and hug her."
Mrs. Way pulled Alan forward, "Lottie, do you know who he is?"
Lottie had bangs. Her eyes were big and black, like grapes, and twinkled. She was like a doll.
"Uncle Alan." Lottie's voice was clear.
Alan picked up the five-year-old girl and gave her a kiss, "Good girl."
Mrs. Way pointed to Nora, "Lottie, who is she then?"
"Auntie Nora." Lottie reached out to Nora, "Auntie Nora, could you please hug me?"
Nora gladly reached out to take Lottie from Alan's hand and touched the hair on the back of her head
with a gentle face.
Alan looked at Nora and imagined a different picture. How nice it would be if she was holding their own
child.
But he knew Nora was not likely to have a child. So, he hid the idea.
He would support whatever Nora wanted to do, including never having children.
"Lottie, why do you want Auntie Nora to hold you? Can't Uncle Alan hold you?" Alan was a little
jealous.
"Auntie Nora is the prettiest. I like Auntie Nora and want to be as pretty as her when I grow up." Lottie
gently pouted, with a face full of love and admiration for Nora.
"Sweet girl." Alan raised his hand and lightly rubbed Lottie's nose, "It seems that I should learn from
you."
"Lottie was born a princess. Beauty is nothing more than appearance. Goodness is more important."
Nora reasoned with Lottie, "Lottie, after you grow up, you should be a good person like your Grandpa
and Dad."
"Lottie is too young to understand this. It's normal for little girls to want to be pretty." Alan said to Nora.
"Is it good to be a beautiful but useless people?" Nora did not agree with Alan, "Be connected with
someone by marriage like me?"
"..." Alan didn't dare to say any more.
"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, we're here." Hazel's pleasant voice came from the front of the living room.
Hazel walked into the living room. She did not come back alone, but held Oca's arm and came in style.
She was lively and beautiful.
This was the woman in love. They were like being soaked into the honey pot of happiness. Every look,
every action, and even every word was sweet.
"Guys, you all arrived before us." Hazel smiled as her gaze swept over everyone present.
Nora didn't expect that she met Oca in the Way family again after meeting him yesterday.
She met Oca's gaze directly. But she didn't dare to look at him and could only look away hastily.
She was so apprehensive that even her eyelashes were trembling.
She was too drunk yesterday to remember many things. But she clearly remembered the kiss. She
took the initiative to kiss Oca deeply.
Oca, however, was not as apprehensive as Nora. He acted as if nothing had happened yesterday, calm
and cool.
But Nora felt a little disappointed. It seemed he really did not care about that kiss at all.
"What's on your mind?" Alan reached out to take Nora's hand, "You look a little pale. Is anything wrong
with you?"
Nora then turned her head and forced a light smile, "No. I just feel a little bored."
"Why don't we go for a walk in the courtyard?" Alan suggested.
Nora nodded. She really needed an excuse to get away now. She didn't want to face Oca like this.
He could remain calm, but she couldn't.
"Grandpa, Mom and Dad, I'm a little bored and would like Nora to go for a walk with me." Alan was
considerate and did not say it was because of Nora.
"Alan, Oca comes to our house for the first time officially. You can't slip away today." Hazel, however,
had no intention of letting Alan go, "We have something to announce."
"Then hurry to say it, Hazel." Alan frowned with a hint of impatience.
"Oca and I decide to put our relationship on a more formal footing." Hazel glanced at the tall,
handsome Oca beside her as she spoke, her gaze staying on his deep brow, "The fact that I brought
Oca home today shows that he's not an outsider anymore."
The crowd wasn't too surprised. After all, Hazel had mentioned this the last time Patriarch Way had a
birthday. Now, it was expected that she would bring Oca to announce in public.
"Hazel and I have known each other for three years. This time, we decided to announce our
relationship after serious consideration. I don't guarantee that I can do the best, but I hope to do better
than others." Oca was simple and subtle, and did not show his deep feelings. After all, this was Oca.
He was not someone who easily showed his feelings, but a doer.
Nora listened to Oca's words and felt hurt. She held Alan's hand tightly.
Alan looked at Nora and felt her face turn even whiter. He pulled Nora and turned around without
hesitation.
Hazel quickly pulled Alan, "Alan, Oca brings gifts for everyone."
"Hazel, I'll come back after I go out for some air." Alan grinned, "You stay with Mr. Oca. Excuse me. By
the way, I warmly welcome Mr. Oca to join our family."
"Thanks." Oca said.
"No thanks. Only you can control Hazel, Mr. Oca. I think highly of you." Alan waved his hand twice and
left the living room with a big stride.
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