A Wedding That's Too Complicated

Inside Bar

Looking at his graceful neck and shoulders, his fair complexion, his gentle scent from the tip of his nose, George Smith's eyes narrowed, recalling the feeling of meeting Emily Aitken for the first time.

That jerky reaction.

"George!" Charlotte Anderson's eyes twinkled

when he saw George Smith, then stood up from his position, and shouted in surprise.

And he forgot his wounded friends around him.

But after she saw him hugging Emily Aitken's shoulder and holding her shoulder, Charlotte Anderson's face growled, sinking and quietly gritting her teeth.

Damnit damnit!

"How did you get here?"

George Smith naturally looked at Charlotte Anderson, frowning because of that voice, a trace of disgust appeared in her eyes and said in a cold tone..

Charlotte Anderson saw that she was speaking with a completely different attitude, her face was even worse, she moved her lips, "George, I just came to eat, she said, and happened to meet Miss Aitken who was working here."

"Aah!"

George Smith also nodded.

How could there be such a coincidence in this world? Seeing this posture, Charlotte Anderson's goal was already very clear.

"Do you believe this reason yourself?"

Charlotte Anderson suddenly choked, George Smith before was not like this, it was all because of her.

As she turned her gaze, she glared at Emily Aitken. If it wasn't for him, how could George be like this.

Emily Aitken's.

This is no end "Sister Su, this is very sick!" The person who was doused with a lot of soup on the side groaned because of the intense pain and heat in his calf.

"Basic, you're useless, let's go!" Charlotte Anderson angrily and brought all her followers to go out immediately.

Emily Aitken took a step back, she left her arm and thanked him gently, "Thank you Mr. Smith."

"No problem." The person in his arms suddenly left. George Smith felt an unexplained sadness. He held back, responding to his feelings. Then turn around to leave.

Emily Aitken was watching her back

he disappeared and entrusted the cleaning of the box to the servant, holding his arm and leaving.

Although George Smith came very quickly, but he could not dodge and slightly injured his arm. He walked into the empty room, sat on a chair, then carefully rolled up his sleeves slowly.

Emily is in pain.

Emily Aitken took a cold, very painful breath and there were blood spots on her slender white arm. Judging from his condition, it is thought that there were blisters on his arm.

He thought for a moment, but decided to rinse with cold water first. Then apply a little toothpaste to his arm to dampen the heat.

"When I have finished work and go to the Hospital to see my mother, I will stop by the doctor to buy medicine."

Carefully lower the sleeves to stop the wound. Emily Aitken got up and left the waiting room and went to work as usual, deliberately ignoring the faint tingling in her arms.

....

As night fell, on the street of the party there were endless sounds of luxury.

The head of the person on the street of the bar trembled. Inside the banquet bar. The music around is deafening.

George Smith was sitting by the window on the second floor, looking coldly at the people who were shrinking their bodies in the pond, shaking the octagonal glass in his hands slightly, while thinking.

"George!"

A familiar voice came from behind.

George Smith realized, then choked his hand, raised his head and drank his glass of wine.

A skinny young man pushed the entrance, he leaned haphazardly on a single sofa and was looking at George Smith.

"I ended up running away from my parents' hands, walking and drinking with me!"

"No Interested!!!!"

George Smith said lightly.

Hearing this, Max Miller raised his eyebrows, then got up and leaned to the side, extending his hand to grasp

his shoulders and said strangely, "Hey! George, your situation is not right!"

The two grew up together, when did they look like this?

Thinking back on the news previously seen on the internet, it was the exact opposite of the personal news in the circle, and only now could he understand.

"Ohhhhhh, where is there no grass? At the end of the world? why do you have unrequited love for flowers or for piranhas? I've been saying for a long time that Charlotte Anderson has a bad reputation on the outside."

Max Miller paused, realizing it was that he was showing his scar, while pulling the corner of his mouth, grinning and tightening his arm on George Smith's shoulder.

"It's okay! It's not too late to see clearly.Are you not married? Now that you don't need to be like jade for him, go with your brother and your brother will take you to eat meat!"

George Smith looked at him coldly and nodded looking out the window.

Open meat?

Uh!

Don't hurt anyone else for someone like him. Such a genetic disease, it is better if it is ended. However, when he was mentioning the matter of opening the flesh, he unconsciously recalled Emily Aitken's face that day.

Nose taste, hand touch, jerky response.

As George Smith's body stiffened, he realized that he had reacted very quickly.

Closing his eyes, he then took a deep breath, when he opened his eyes again, there was a burst of clarity in his eyes.

"Not Interested!"

George Smith placed the wine glass in his hand

go to the table, then get up and walk out.

George Smith raised his leg and walked quickly away from the bar. He walked to the side of the road and pulled the car door. He bowed his body and sat in the driver's seat.

George Smith looked at the car in confusion. When he recovered, he realized that he had parked the car in the corner of the hotel.

After a long time, the cigarette butts were thrown out the car window.

Emily Aitken standing at the door of the hotel. After waiting for someone to leave, he showed pain on his face. He had obviously been bathing in cold water for a long time and was wearing toothpaste, lard and others, but his forearm was still sore.

He rolled up his sleeves very carefully, his arms were red and swollen. The wound was slightly bleeding and appeared to blister due to the rough clothing, causing the wound to become infected twice.

Pshaw!

On the quiet road, there was a sound of very loud tires rubbing against the asphalt.

A Maybach stopped at the door of the hotel.

Emily Aitken looked at the car in front of her blankly, her eyebrows moving slightly, how she felt that the car in front of her looked so familiar.

Stamp it!

The door opened wide, George Smith got out of the car and walked quickly to Emily Aitken with a cold face and emotion, then he glanced at her arm.

"Why didn't you say you were hurt?" He suddenly said very coldly.

Emily Aitken paused for a moment before realizing that she had been talking about burns.

He hid his injured arm unconsciously. He threw his face away and whispered, "This is okay, it just burned to the point. It doesn't hurt.".