Bab 418: Chapter 418: Going Bankrupt for a Wedding

"If that's the case, then let's not meet." When Oliver Foster said this, he couldn't help but want to laugh, thinking how unlikely that was.

Since Mrs. Brown had already come over, it was impossible for her to leave easily without achieving her goal.

So that sentence was obviously a bad idea.

Not only was it bad, it was useless too.

Amelia Sanchez looked up at Oliver. She found that he was particularly fond of sticking around her. If she were sitting on the sofa, he would perch on the arm of the sofa. Once he sat down, his hand laid across the back of the sofa, also encasing her in the process. This way, when Oliver leaned over, she would be enveloped in his arms.

Amelia looked at Oliver: sleeping together at night wasn't enough, they also had to stick to each other during the day.

Men...

Amelia tugged on Oliver's tie. Oliver was pulled towards her. The two eyed each other and suddenly, Oliver started laughing, "What are you doing?"

"Guess!"