A Wedding That's Too Complicated

57. Talked

"Emily! Long time no see." A faint voice, his expression

it remains unchanged, but only Mitchell knows how excited she is when she sees Emily Aitken!

He tried his best to restrain his impulses for fear of scaring away someone he could barely find.

"Mr Mitchell, long time no see." Emily Aitken faced her rather pushy gaze, subconsciously lowering her head to dodge and said softly.

Reunited after a long hiatus, Mitchell only considers him to be shy of his daughter's family

and I don't think it's wrong at all.

Amy Campbell stepped aside wisely, letting Mitchell sit across from Emily Aitken, giving both of them a chance to reminisce.

Mitchell gave her a grateful look and slowly sat down before Emily Aitken, and hesitated twice. "Sorry, I was set to go abroad at the time, and I went in a hurry. I don't have time to say goodbye to you, Emily...

Ye... How are you?"

"Very good, well..." Emily Aitken chuckled and

nodding in response. Mitchell's intentions were too obvious and the hot gaze kept staring at him.

Even Amy Campbell seemed excited.

Indeed, the feeling of not being able to be together when they were young would meet again when they grew up. Then they would be together naturally, by continuing with real regrets.

But now she's not the Emily Aitken she used to be.

Moreover, neither Mitchell nor Amy Campbell noticed that she did not show much joy at this meeting.

Amy Campbell's face was much happier.

"Do you have a boyfriend now?" Mitchell said suddenly.

What did he really want to ask, did he still like it?

But he was the first to leave at first and he asked where his face was.

Mitchell could only look at him expectantly, hoping he still had a chance!

Emily Aitken did not expect him to ask in person.

Huh... A boyfriend?!

Did George Smith count?

It shouldn't count, between them, it's just a deal!

"No!" Emily Aitken stopped and said lightly.

Before Mitchell seemed happy, Emily Aitken

suddenly reached out to him and said frankly, "Mitchell, you are welcome to return from abroad. We'll stay

be your best friend." He is not the kind of person who likes to hang other people.

Since both are no longer possible, it is better to explain first.

Still, will be a good friend...

The smile on Mitchell's face slowly disappeared, staring blankly at his outstretched hand. "Emmy!" Amy Campbell sat to the side, and whispered anxiously as she said that.

"Do you still blame me for leaving?" Mitchell's expression slightly dimmed, he lifted his gaze to Emily Aitken's gaze, with a hint of sadness.

He looked at her solemnly, without any turbulence in his expression, he slowly shook his head. "No, the problem's over, I don't blame you."

Mitchell tugged at the corner of her mouth, showed an ugly smile, spoke no more, just reached out and shook Emily Aitken's hand.

This scene happened to be seen by someone passing by.

The phone in his pocket is shaking.

Emily Aitken pulled out her phone and found that George Smith's words appeared on the screen.

His eyes flickered slightly, not knowing why, he was a little guilty at this moment.

How could it be so coincidental?!

Coincidentally called at this time.

"Sorry! I'll answer the call." Emily Aitken hesitated for a moment, smiled and pointed at the two of them, got up and walked out.

Upon seeing this scene, George Smith's face suddenly sank.

She originally had an appointment to eat in the center of the city, but she did not expect that when she passed by, she accidentally caught up to them when they were about to leave, a man walked towards them and Emily Aitken's eyes were not right!

It's good! Nice work!

He pulls out his phone to call her, only to find out that she picked up the phone quietly and had to run to the door specifically. Isn't he embarrassing?!

"Hello? Mr Smith, is something wrong?" A familiar voice came from his phone.

"Where are you now? Who are you with?!" George Smith immediately asked, no matter how much.

When Emily Aitken heard those words, her eyebrows moved slightly. The tone of this man's voice...

There was a flash of light in his mind, he raised his eyes and looked around. And he saw a familiar vehicle across the street, and a line of sight from the car window.

She couldn't help but laugh, after hanging up the phone, she walked towards George Smith's car.

Standing by the side of the road, bending over to look at her, Emily Aitken raised her eyebrows, and said without further ado, "When did Master Smith start spying on people?!"

"I don't have time. I happen to pass by. I saw my employer still telling me about warming up the bed yesterday and targeting another man!" George Smith's expression remained unchanged, he turned his head to the side and stood to the side. Emily Aitken said lightly.

From the mezzanine next to the car, take out a cigarette and stick it to the mouth.

Snapped up!

Fire burns.

George Smith approached slightly and a puff of smoke slowly rose from his fingertips.

"Are you sure? Did I make eyebrows with someone else?!" Emily Aitken laughed. His jealousy was so obvious that he did not hide it.

With her pretty nose slightly wrinkled, though,

Emily Aitken purposely waved her hand and said, "Master Smith, did you drop a bottle of vinegar in the car? It smells sour!"

Looking at his complicated appearance, George Smith's inexplicable genuine anger disappeared and the corner of his mouth moved slightly, but he did not forget the eyes of the man who had just been staring at him.

The kind of reunion that has long been lost, the surprises that are lost and recovered, and the desires that only men can see.

"Who was that guy just now? You need to report your presence to your Sponsor at all times." George Smith was holding a cigarette butt between his fingertips, leaning against the car window, glancing at the cafe.

Coincidentally looking at Mitchell who was looking at him and his eyes facing each other, there were sparks and flint both easy to understand the other party's purpose, but it was all for the person next to him!

"That's it!" Amy Campbell followed Mitchell's gaze, just in time to see George Smith sitting in the car, involuntarily exclaiming.

Mitchell's facial expression narrowed, he said weakly, "Are you the man in the car? Who her? What does this have to do with Emily?"

Amy Campbell frowned slightly, looking a little unsure, "I don't really know, she and Emily seem to be friends, her name is George Smith."

George Smith!

Smith Family?!