Less than twenty minutes later, Boyce pulled over the car at the door of the community. Wendy had been waiting there. She thought that Boyce would come over in a taxi as his car was still with her. It wasn’t until Boyce pressed down the car window and called her did she see him.
After sitting in the car, she asked, “Whose car is it? Is this yours as well?”
Boyce was about to say no, but Amanda chimed in, “It’s my daddy’s.”
It wasn’t until then did Wendy notice that there was someone else in the car. She frowned. She wanted to get along with Boyce alone, wondering who the kid was.
Although Wendy hurriedly put away her frown, Amanda still noticed it. She was quite happy to meet Wendy earlier, but the smile faded away gradually. She asked, “Excuse me, Aunt. Aren’t you happy?” Otherwise, why did she frown?
Wendy hurriedly put on a smile, “Yes, I am. I like you very much. What’s your name?”
“I’m Amanda.” She blinked.
“I see.” Wendy turned to look at Boyce, “Why did you take her with you?”
“I’m sending her back home, so I came to pick you up on the way,” said Boyce. Wendy was silent.
She wondered if she, Boyce’s girlfriend, couldn’t compare to his friend’s daughter.
“Boyce.”
“Yes?” Boyce took a glance at her and continued to drive. He asked, “What’s wrong?”
Wendy suppressed the unhappiness in her heart, “Nothing. I’ve never thought that your friend is so rich.”
This car was quite expensive.
She had never thought that Boyce had such a rich friend.
Boyce smiled because what Wendy said was the truth – Cormac was quite rich.
“Uncle Boyce, are you busy today?” Amanda poked her head, “If not, can you take me out for fun?”
Wendy looked back at her, “Uncle Boyce is going to work today. How could he take you out for fun?”
Amanda leaned back on the seat and said, “I was asking Uncle Boyce, not you. Why did you answer for him? So impolite!”
Wendy looked annoyed immediately. Boyce noticed her expression, and his eyes were darkened. He said in a deep voice, “She’s just a child.”
Wendy adjusted her expression and said, “I know. I didn’t say anything, did I? Why are you so protective of her? If you want to be protective, you should defend me.”
Amanda looked at Wendy from the back, curling her lips. She didn’t like Wendy for some reason because she thought Wendy was too hypocritical.
Wendy was obviously angry, but she denied it.
Amanda sneered inwardly.
“Which restaurant aren’t you planning to go to tonight? I know a nice one. Their food is yummy,” said Wendy.
“Okay. It’s up to you then.”
Boyce was quite easy-going on those matters.
Wendy leaned over, pressing her head on his shoulder, “It’s so nice of you, Boyce.”
She realized that he was indeed a good man. Last night, he accepted him, and today he was going to introduce her to his friends, which was an official announcement, making her feel quite secure. When a lot of youngsters dated nowadays, girls always challenged their boyfriends, asking if they dared to show their group photos on the WeChat Moments, which was a sign of feeling insecure. Boyce hadn’t be used to her approach, feeling quite uncomfortable. However, he didn’t push her away. He didn’t think he was a nice man, but as long as he said yes to her, he needed to make it official. Amanda glared at Wendy. She disliked Wendy a lot because Wendy didn’t care about her public image and acted so intimate to Boyce despite that she was here as well.
For some reason, Amanda disgusted Wendy. No matter what Wendy did, she disliked her a lot.
Wendy asked, “Boyce, where is your phone?”
“In my pocket,” answered Boyce.
Wendy reached out to fumble for it. It was in the pocket of his trousers. Once she lay a finger on it. Boyce hurriedly pushed her hand away, “I’ll get it for you.”
Wendy’s hand was stiffened for a moment. With a smile, she said, “I want to save my phone number in your phone. Don’t be so sensitive.”
Boyce didn’t answer. He pulled out his phone and gave it to her.
Wendy took it over and asked, “What’s your password?”
“No password.” He didn’t set up the password for his cell phone.
Wendy swiped to unlock the screen. She smiled and asked, “What should I name the caller ID? Honey?”
Boyce answered indifferently, “It’s up to you. Anything will do.”
Wendy took a look at him, feeling that his mood wasn’t good, “Are you unhappy?”
“Nope,” Boyce answered.
Wendy didn’t mind, “The caller ID is my name. Do you know JN Restaurant? I’ll reserve a table.”
Boyce hummed. Soon, they arrived at Wendy’s company. After the car was parked, she pushed the door open and got off, “Be careful when driving. Call men when you are free.” Boyce said OK.
When Boyce drove away, Amanda asked, “Uncle Boyce, is this lady your girlfriend?”
Boyce answered, “Yes, she is.”
“She doesn’t deserve you,” said Amanda. In her opinion, Boyce was quite lovely but the woman wasn’t. Besides, she was disgusting.
Boyce felt amused, “What do you mean by that? Besides, I’m not an outstanding man.”
“No, you are. Uncle Boyce, you are the best,” Amanda retorted.
“Really?”
“Of course. Haven’t you noticed that the atmosphere became bad when she was here? Without her, we are so happy, aren’t we, Uncle Boyce?” said Amanda.
Boyce recalled a bit and had to admit it – when Wendy was in the car, neither of them felt comfortable.
“Probably it’s because she hasn’t known as well. It’ll be better after we got o know each other more,” said Boyce.
Amanda shook her head, “Uncle Boyce, you called Uncle Armand an idiot. You are truly an idiot.”
Boyce laughed in anger, “Amanda, you are so sharp-tongued. I’m afraid you won’t have a boyfriend in the future.”
“I don’t want a boyfriend. I will be with my parents forever.” Amanda raised her head proudly.
When arriving at the villa, Boyce held her out of the car. As soon as they entered the villa, Cotton pounced at them while shaking its tail. Amanda struggled, “Put me down.” Boyce put her down.
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.