âHere you go.â Andrew pushed a bowl in front of Armand.
Armandâs eyes widened, âWhat are you doing?â
âYou step on this bowl and sing the whole âPig Song,â and Iâll tell you where Theresa is,â Andrew said unhurriedly.
Armand was speechless.
âEven I can crush this bowl, I suppose,â Amanda interjected. This bowl was porcelain and looked thin. Armand could certainly crush it with one foot.
âSee, even your sister knows itâs not hard.â Armand looked at Amanda gratefully.
Fortunately, there was someone on his side.
He was not alone.
âBrother, I think you should let Armand put this bowl on his head and stand in the hallway and sing âThe Divine Melody.â If he finishes singing and no one laughs at him, then you can tell him where Theresa is.â
Armandâs face grew darker and darker as Amanda spoke.
If he really did as he was told, people would definitely take him for a lunatic!
ð¤ðªðµð·ð¸ð¿ð®ðµð¼.ð¬ð¸ð¶ â more stories here Besides, how could they not laugh?
Even if he just put this bowl on his head, people would laugh at him, okay?
Why did he go even further than Andrew?
âWho do you really look like?â
Amanda buried herself in Matthewâs arms, blinking with a coy expression, âYou called me a fool last time.â Armand was speechless.
How could he hold a grudge?
Dolores was a very kind woman-why did she have these two scheming children?
When they grew up, what else would they do?
Andrew gave his sister a thumbs up. She was amazing. And her idea was perfect for his taste.
Compared to her idea, his was nothing. He wasnât as cruel as she was.
âArmand, remember what I told you when you married Theresa?â she looked at Armand and said seriously, âIf you bully Theresa, weâll kick your ass.â Armand was speechless.
Why did he have such a good memory?
Did he even remember this?
âItâs okay if you donât want to, and that just shows you donât care that much about Theresa. Youâre not even willing to make such a small sacrifice. So, in the future, please donât bother her anymore. If she has a new boyfriend, you need to bless her,â Andrew finished what he wanted to say right away.
Theresa had lived with them for the past two months from Country A to here. They were a family. In his eyes, Theresa was very close to him.
He was Theresaâs family. She had no brothers or sisters, no relatives to protect her.
So he would protect Theresa who had always taken care of him and his sister.
He had to make Armand suffer. Then he could get even with him for Theresa.
Armand opened his mouth, but he couldnât say anything, because Andrew was right.
He was an asshole.
His eyes drifted to Theresa off to the side. She was quiet and just watching.
No one but Theresa was that close to Dolores and was able to take these two children out without Dolores knowing.
He could understand that she had changed her face. After all, she had suffered an explosion, but how had her voice changed?
Had she also hurt her voice?
In fact, he knew that woman had to be Theresa. Otherwise, Matthew would not have arranged todayâs meeting. According to Matthewâs personality, he would only meet with the two boys alone. He wouldnât waste time getting them all together.
He knew Theresa must have been in a lot of pain. Maybe she had already given up on him, and that was why she could be so cold and indifferent to him.
The most heartbreaking distance in the world was not her coldness, but her indifference.
She hid the pain in her heart under her eyes and smiled at Andrew, âAre you that anxious to see me make a fool of myself?â
Andrew shook his head, âI donât want to see you make a fool of yourself. I just want you to remember how painful it is to be laughed at.
Theresa married you because she wanted to be with you, but you failed her and hurt her. Do you know how painful it was? Do you know how deeply that painful feeling stuck in her head?â
Theresa held her face in her hands. She couldnât leave now. If she did, she would be telling Armand that she was Theresa. Even though Andrewâs words made her want to cry at that moment, she had to restrain herself.
She looked at Andrew, wanted to hug and kiss him. He warmed her heart.
âYouâre right.â Armand realized he wasnât as mature as a child.
âIâll join you today.â Armand stood up, picked up the bowl and put it on his head like a hat.
He looked very amused. Amanda couldnât contain her laughter. Armand looked so funny.
The atmosphere, which was dreary and dull, instantly became cheerful. Armand smiled and looked at Amanda, âDo I look good in this?â.
Amanda couldnât stop laughing, âYouâre handsome, so you look good in anything.â Hahaâ¦
âPick a different song that I can sing. She canât sing âThe Divine Melodyâ.â
Amanda cocked her head to the side, unable to think of a good substitute song now.
âHow about the Moon Song?â said Armand, still smiling.
But a closer look would reveal the unspeakable sadness in his smile.
He knew it was Theresa, but he couldnât reveal her identity. He was afraid Theresa was hiding so he couldnât find her.
She changed her face, changed her voice and deliberately changed her name to avoid being discovered by him.
She picked up the spoon and used it as a microphone. She smiled and looked at Theresa, âMiss Gordon, right, can you look at me?â
Theresa looked at the bowl on her head. The lace folded around the bowl resembled the curly hair the clown wore. Compared to Matthewâs hardness, Armand was soft. He was fair-skinned and his face was well defined, but not angular. His eyes under his eyebrows always shone with a soft light. He seemed to have a smile on his face all the time. His eyes shone like the bright crescent moon in the sky at night. Now he was looking at her, like a child deliberately making a fool of himself just to make her laugh.
She turned her head and said coolly, âWhy are you looking at me?â
âMiss Gordon is the only one here who is fit to hear me sing this song. I canât sing a love song to boys and men, can I? I donât think Miss Gordon is such a mean person, do you? Miss Gordon, donât worry. Iâm not interested in you. Iâm in love with someone else. However, youâre a bit like her. Will you do me a favor and let me express my love?â
Theresa was nervous, but forced herself to play interesting: âCrazy!â
âYou just think Iâm crazy! Iâm just doing it to make the kids happy. If I offend you, I apologize in advance.â Armand picked up the spoon from the table and looked at Theresa. Although she turned her head and did not look at him, he continued to look at her.
Her face was no longer the same as before and it was strange and familiar at the same time.
Armand had a good voice. Whenever he went to KTV with Matthew and Boyce, they would just drink and he would usually sing a song or two. Since his singing wasnât bad, no one would stop him.
He had something on his mind, so his voice was a little hoarse. His singing sounded a little shaky.
You asked me how deeply I feel for you and how much I love you.
Iâm always sincere and my love is real The moon represents my heart You asked how deeply I feel for you and how much I love you Iâll never change, weâll be the same The moon represents my heart With a gentle kiss, youâve really won my heartâ¦
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