Last night, from what she said, it was clear she couldn't withstand Anthony Davis's advances anymore. I wonder how she'll feel about him by the time the typhoon ends. Hopefully, it won't be too distressing.
But now he can't go to Ocean City, and can only worry helplessly.
Downstairs, the Auntie had prepared breakfast. Seeing him come down, she said, "Ethan, breakfast is ready. Have some before you go to school, okay?"
Ethan Herd was in a bad mood. Holding his Schoolbag, he went out straight away: "Not eating."
...
On the other end, hearing the busy signal quickly follow the call, Anthony Davis chuckled softly. This kid really does have a hot temper, but some of what he said was right.
Emilia Johnny, Emilia Johnny!
This name coming from Anthony Davis's mouth, clearly just three ordinary words, somehow sounded tender and lingering.
He put down the phone and smiled, saying, "Sorry, I think maybe, perhaps, one day in the future, you really won't spare me!"
