Chapter 998

Chapter 998

“| rarely see her around. Her brother usually keeps her away. This is probably the third time | see her since | came here.”

Sherry served a bowl of soup for Sylvia. “Don’t you worry about me. I’ve seen a lot of girls like her and | won't let her climb on top

of my head and do whatever she wants!”

Sylvia sighed when she thought about Sherry slapping Queenie earlier. She was still worried. “You just slapped her. What if she

tells Madam Stockton about it? Will she do anything to you?”

“Don’t worry.” Sherry shoved a piece of shrimp into her mouth.” Madam Stockton might call me things behind my back but she

won't do anything to me. The best she could do is tell John about it and let him deal with me.”

Sherry knew the Stockon family well.

Sylvia sighed and let the concerns slip.

Maybe because Queenie snitched on Sherry, John came back before it was dark.

Sylvia was in the yard with Sherry, watching her sew.

Sherry had a glance at the man approaching and continued sewing. She sewed a lot faster than before, seemingly trying to

ignore the man.

John smiled. “Mrs. Carter, it's getting late. Why don’t you go

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“| rarely see her around. Her brother usually keeps her away. This is probably the third time | see her since | came here.”

Sherry served a bowl of soup for Sylvia. “Don’t you worry about me. I’ve seen a lot of girls like her and | won't let her climb on top

of my head and do whatever she wants!”

Sylvia sighed when she thought about Sherry slapping Queenie earlier. She was still worried. “You just slapped her. What if she

tells Madam Stockton about it? Will she do anything to you?”

“Don't worry.” Sherry shoved a piece of shrimp into her mouth.” Madam Stockton might call me things behind my back but she

won't do anything to me. The best she could do is tell John about it and let him deal with me.”

Sherry knew the Stockon family well.

Sylvia sighed and let the concerns slip.

Maybe because Queenie snitched on Sherry, John came back before it was dark.

Sylvia was in the yard with Sherry, watching her sew.

Sherry had a glance at the man approaching and continued sewing. She sewed a lot faster than before, seemingly trying to

ignore the man.

John smiled. “Mrs. Carter, it's getting late. Why don’t you go

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back to have some rest? | have something to talk to Sherry about, alone.”

Sherry smiled profoundly at Sylvia. “I'll see you tomorrow, Syl.”

The smile was a signal to tell her not to worry.

Sylvia nodded and left, leaving the two alone in the yard.

Sherry continued sewing.

John walked up to her and saw her sewing the sunflower.

Her sewing was bad but it did not diminish the beautiful shape of the sunflower. It seemed to be from an artist's hand.

“You drew this sunflower?”

Sherry ignored him and continued to sew.

John grinned. “Answer me, or I'll make you sew ten more this week.”

Sherry looked at him. “Do you think | can draw something this beautiful?”

“No.”

“Then why the f*ck do you ask?”

The man was used to the woman’s vulgarities. He looked at her and continued, “Mrs. Carter drew it for you?”

“Of course, she did. Syl is the world-renowned artist, Ms. Sunflower,” Sherry excitedly said.

“She’s Ms. Sunflower ?” John found the revelation surprising.” But | heard she’s not doing well in the past two years. She didn’t

produce any paintings at all.”

“Bullsh*t!” Sherry bolted up and shouted, “Syl is just not in the mood. When she’s better, she'll paint something even better.”

John smiled. “Let's hope so.”

“Don't. Because it will definitely happen!”

John narrowed his eyes at Sherry’s mysterious confidence.” Why are you so sure about it?”

“She’s my best friend, and | believe her.”

“So with your best friend around, you got the nerves to slap Queenie?”

His smile faded at the end of the sentence.

Sherry’s gaze shifted but just for a moment. She lifted her face arrogantly and smiled. “I'll slap that girl whether Syl is around or

not.”

“Hmph.” John chuckled. “It seems like you're quite capable, Sherry.”

“Of course, | am. Who do you think | a-Ugh!”

John clutched her face before she could finish her sentence.

His frosty gaze was glaring through the glasses. He said coldly,” | supposed so. When you left me back then, you were a lot

fiercer than one simple slap on a girl's face.”

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