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Chapter 221

    Chapter 221


    Chapter 221 It Would Be Indecent


    Imogen quickly drew and raised her hand and said, “I’m thirsty. Please get me a coffee.


    Cappino, please.”


    She thought as she held Grace in one hand and the coffee in the other, she wouldn’t touch Erik’s


    hand again.


    Erik’s hand froze for a moment and withdrew silently. He found a cappino with a straw from the


    bag and handed it to Imogen. “Here.”


    “Thanks.”


    “You’re wee.”


    When they got to the movie theater, Imogen searched the big screen for the animated films and


    shows currently in theaters, then searched the inte for descriptions, and let Grace pick one. The


    opening time was two o’clock, with about twenty minutes to go.


    Imogen looked around, and there was a row of seats on the right side of the lobby. She led Grace


    over to sit.


    When she entered the theater twenty minutester, Imogen realized that most people there were


    with children.


    The beginning of the movie was already ying on the big screen.


    The three of them took their seats, Imogen in the center with Grace and Erik beside her.


    Even though it was an animated movie, the plot was not childish, and Imogen gradually became


    immersed in it.


    On the other hand, Erik wasn’t as focused, turning his head to look at Imogen asionally. The


    third time he looked at Imogen, he inadvertently met Grace’s pretty eyes.


    With an innocent look, she asked in a small voice, “Why do you keep looking at Imogen, Brother


    Erik?”


    Erik treated Grace like she was a child who didn’t know anything and rubbed his nose a little


    awkwardly. “Nah, I was just… casually looking around.”


    He withdrew his eyes and looked at the screen.


    On his fourth look, Erik inadvertently locked eyes with Grace again. He immediately turned his head


    away, never daring to look Imogen’s way again.


    The movie ended around four o’clock, and the audience continuously came out of the theater. Erik


    asked as if nothing happened, “Where are we going next? There’s a new mall opening up north of


    the city. Do you want to go over there?”


    Grace sneered in her heart. Did this man still want to keep following them?


    She yawned and hugged Imogen’s thigh. “Imogen, I’m sleepy. I want to sleep.” Imogen touched


    Grace’s head. “Let’s


    “Okay.” Grace nodded repeatedly.


    Imogen looked up and gave another time.”


    go


    back then?”


    Erik an apologetic smile. “We’ll leave then. Let’s have dinner together


    Erik had to agree, “Okay. Did you park your car over by the restaurant? I’ll go over there with


    you.”


    Imogen was about to refuse but held back when she was about to say it and nodded gently.


    The three slowly walked back to the parking lot in front of the restaurant.


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    Grace let go of Imogen’s hand and ran to the car.


    At this moment, a ck car pulled in on the side.


    Imogen quickly pulled Grace back a few steps. She suddenly stepped on her feet and fell backward


    unsteadily.


    Erik held her up quickly. The sweet scent of her body hit his nose, causing him to wander. “Are you


    okay?”


    “Fine.” Imogen helped him to his feet and quickly got out of his arms. Her lips lifted into a smile, her


    beautiful eyes adding a little more charm as they curved up. “Thanks.”


    Erik was enchanted by her. It wasn’t until Imogen called out to him that he snapped back to his


    senses, blushing slightly and shyly. “You… You’re wee.”


    “We’ll


    “Okay.”


    go first, then?”


    Erik kept looking at Imogen. When Imogen got into the car, he looked back and went after her. “By


    the way, Imogen, your coffee.”


    Imogen stopped and took the bag from him. “I almost forgot.”


    Imogen got in, buckled her seatbelt, and started the car.


    Through the window, she waved at Erik outside and stepped on elerator.


    The car merged into traffic.


    Imogen looked at the road in front of her and said to Grace in the back seat, “Grace, if you’re going


    to be sleepy, take a nap in the car first.”


    Grace answered, “Imogen, I’m not sleepy.”


    Imogen was speechless.


    She looked in the rearview mirror at Grace, who was very much awake, with not a trace of


    sleepiness, and smiled at Imogen.


    Imogen smiled helplessly, realizing that she had just pretended to be sleepy. “So where are we


    going to y now? Or should we just go home?”


    “I want to see the cat.”


    “Okay, I’ll take you home then.”


    As soon as they got home, Grace wanted to find Mochi.


    Imogen had washed the fruit, taken the snacks, and had them all on the table.


    Seeing the two cups of coffee on the table, Imogen thought of Grace and asked in a low voice,


    “Grace,e here.”


    Grace was teasing her cat, and when she heard that, she turned her head to look at Imogen. When


    she saw her face was angry, she knew she would be counted out.


    She felt very guilty, so she pretended to look at Imogen innocently. “Imogen, what’s wrong?”


    “Come here,” Imogen said.


    “I’m… I’m ying with Mochi.”


    “Come here first. You can y with Mochiter.”


    Grace couldn’t pretend anymore. She lowered her head in shame and walked over. “Imogen,


    what’s up?”


    Imogen opened the page of her chat with Erik and ced it on the table in front of her. “Exin


    this to me.”


    Grace yed with her forefinger and whispered, “You told me to order it.”


    Imogen pinched her bulging stomach. “Grace! How much can you eat? Dare you say you didn’t


    order that much on purpose? Huh?”


    Grace leaned back, almost lying on the couch, unwilling to admit it. She shook her head. “No. I just


    wanted to eat…”


    Imogen scratched her crotch with her hand. “Don’t you admit it yet? You just wanted to screw your


    Brother Erik out of his money!”


    Grace giggled at the tickling. “Imogen, no! Don’t tickle me. Ha–ha. Don’t tickle me. I admit I did it on


    purpose!”


    Imogen stopped. “Hmph. You’re still trying to trick me?”


    Grace still couldn’t help butugh. “It’s all because he wants to steal Imogen from me!”


    Imogen transferred the lunch money to Erik and sent a message in front of Grace: [Sorry. Grace


    was thoughtless. I didn’t realize the lunch would cost that much. I’ll transfer the money to you.]


    Grace was very surprised to see Imogen’s transfer. With a puzzled look on her face, she asked,


    “Imogen, why did you transfer the money to him?”


    She muttered, “Didn’t he say he wanted to treat you?”


    Imogen exined seriously, “Grace, I’m telling you, Brother Erik did say he would treat you, but you


    should consider his wallet as well when you order. He just got his internship and can’t afford


    anything too expensive.


    “If you don’t think about him, I have to think about him. I’m his friend, and there’s no way I’m going


    to watch you humiliate him. It’s normal for you to prefer Troy and dislike Erik and trick him. I won’t


    use you as long as you don’t go overboard. I’ll take the me.


    “But I don’t want you to trick him. He’s my friend, no matter what. Although you are still young and


    don’t understand many things, I won’t me you, but I will teach you. And then you’ll have to


    remember and not make any more mistakes.”


    Grace pouted. “Okay. Then I won’t do it again…”


    “Good girl.”


    Erik quickly replied: [Imogen, we agreed that it was on me this time. I can’t take the money.]


    He had epted the moneyst time in order to have the chance to spend time with Imogen again.


    But this time, if he received it again, it would be too indecent.


    Imogen, however, replied to him directly: [You keep it this time. I’ll let you treat me next time,


    okay?]


    Erik: [Okay!] Erik didn’t even think about it and replied immediately, sending a leaping emoji that


    didn’t hide his inner joy.


    As long as he could meet up with Imogen again, it didn’t matter if there was a loss of demeanor.


    Erik: [Imogen, when is the next time?]
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