Wendy was such a sweet talker. Harold, who had been worried just now, was in a good mood to hear that.

"Then what do you like, Harold?" Asked Wendy.

"I don't need anything. You don't have to buy me anything." Harold didn't notice that Wendy was digging a hole for him to jump in.

Sure enough, he jumped in. She put the flower back into Harold's arms unhappily and pretended to be angry. "Don't you even want me?"

"Well, I didn't mean that." Harold shook his head.

Wendy turned around and was about to leave when Harold grabbed her wrist and said anxiously, "Don't get me wrong. I..."

"Do you want me?" Wendy said with a smile, blinking her eyes.

"Yes." Harold nodded, but then he immediately sensed that this conversation sounded strange.

Without saying a word, Wendy stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around Harold's neck, closed her eyes and kissed him.

Now that she was an adult, she didn't have to take advantage of Harold secretly anymore.

This was the first time that the two of them kiss eac

cted her head.

"Well, I really don't know what to say about Harold. Why is he so stubborn? Alas!"

"Stop looking. Let's go back to our room." Sheridan yawned.

"All right. I was so happy for nothing. I thought Harold would take the initiative!" Rachel sighed, "They won't get married until a few years later. How about letting them get engaged first?"

Rachel began to fantasize again. Holding her in his arms, Sheridan went back to her room and said, "No matter what they do, our children and grandchildren have their own happiness. You care about them more and more recently, and I have been ignored."

"Why are you still jealous of our child? Really." Rachel smiled speechlessly.

"I will still be jealous when we are in our seventies or eighties."

"Well, well, well, well. You are so jealous."

The two of them returned to their rooms. Seeing that Rachel and Sheridan had also returned to their rooms, Jared sighed and turned off the lights in the villa. Then he went back to his bedroom to rest alone.