The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy C.277 - 260 Sister_3

Chapter 277: Chapter 260 Sister_3

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These words were not only meant for Daisy Zane, but also meant to teach Hugo Clark a lesson.

Daisy Zane agreed.

Hugo Clark glanced at him and quietly took note in his heart.

揟here抯 still a distance to go, get some rest in the car. Arthur North said.

揙kay.

Daisy Zane didn抰 actually sleep after she agreed, but two minutes later, Amelie Quentin had fallen asleep.

Moreover, she slept so soundly that her head didn抰 wake up when it kept hitting the seat.

After another knock, the car turned around. Due to inertia, Amelie Quentin suddenly fell towards Daisy Zane抯 side.

Daisy Zane instinctively raised her hand to support her face.

Hugo Clark and Arthur North both looked back through the rearview mirror.

After all the commotion, Amelie Quentin still didn抰 wake up.

Daisy Zane held her head with one hand and then moved to her side, allowing her to lean against his shoulder.

Once she was leaning on his shoulder, Amelie Quentin rubbed her head to find a more comfortable position, placing her hand on Daisy Zane抯 leg and continued to sleep.

Daisy Zane glanced at her, then lowered his voice and said, 揂rthur North, give me your coat.

Arthur North didn抰 move, but looked at Hugo Clark instead. This little girl not only liked Amelie Quentin, but was also too gentle to her.

He didn抰 receive such treatment himself!

The next second, Hugo Clark slowly stopped the car by the roadside, removed his coat, and handed it to Daisy Zane.

Daisy Zane looked at the coat, hesitated for a moment before taking it and draping it over Amelie Quentin.

Hugo Clark watched as they put the coat on Amelie Quentin, not restarting the car until she was comfortably covered.

Daisy Zane looked at the coat, hesitated for a moment before taking it and draping it over Amelie Quentin.

Arthur North turned his head, met her gaze, and knew what she was thinking, so he smiled at her.

However, Daisy Zane suddenly couldn抰 laugh.

Hugo Clark was thirty-one, thirty-one.

Amelie Quentin was only nineteen

The car stopped at the school抯 back gate, Daisy Zane raised her hand to poke Amelie Quentin抯 face, and softly called out, 揗iss, wake up. Amelie Quentin 憇 eyebrows攠,

{text={揹ata擔攕lightly furrowed, but she didn抰 open her eyes,

Daisy Zane felt that her face was nice to touch, so she poked her again, 揑t抯 time for class, wake up quickly.

Amelie Quentin抯 eyebrow furrowed even deeper, and the hand on Daisy Zane抯 leg suddenly gripped her clothes tightly.

She used so much strength that Daisy Zane felt his clothing was choking him.

揂melie. Hugo Clark called out to her.

Amelie Quentin抯 grip tightened again, and she murmured, 揝ister.

Although the voice wasn抰 loud, the three people in the car heard it clearly.

Hugo Clark was stunned for a moment, and Arthur North抯 eyelashes slightly trembled.

揝ister, sister, sister厰 Amelie Quentin kept calling out, as if trapped in a nightmare.

Each time she called out, Daisy Zane抯 head felt as if it was stabbed with a needle.

She looked at Amelie Quentin, her face not showing any sign of pain, but the other hand slowly clenched.

揝ister, sister don抰 leave, don抰 leave, don抰 leave! Amelie Quentin suddenly straightened up and opened her eyes.

Her eyes were unfocused, reddened, and filled with tears, looking somewhat blurred at Daisy Zane. However, she accurately grasped her hand, 揝ister? Hugo Clark unbuckled the seat belt, opened the door, and got out of the car. He then opened the back door, 揂melie.

Amelie Quentin still didn抰 move.

Hugo Clark raised his hand and held her arm, whispering, 揂melie. Only then did Amelie Quentin react, her eyes slowly focusing.

The blurred face gradually became clear, the familiar appearance in her impression gradually faded, and was replaced by a completely unfamiliar face.

Not even a trace of the previous impression remained.

They were completely different people, even their appearances were unrelated.

Amelie Quentin looked at her for another two seconds before slowly releasing her hand.

Daisy Zane kept watching her, and only when she was better, he asked, 揌ad a nightmare?

Amelie Quentin swallowed, not saying anything.

Hugo Clark called her again, 揂melie.

Amelie Quentin turned to look at him, and after a few seconds, a tear suddenly fell from her eyes. She hurriedly covered her face with her hand, not wanting anyone to see.

揂melie厭

Amelie Quentin抯 throat was so dry, she couldn抰 speak. She could only shake her head to indicate she was okay.

Hugo Clark stared at her for two seconds and then reached out to embrace her.

Once Amelie Quentin leaned against him, she immediately grabbed onto his waist and buried her head in his abdomen, silently shedding tears.

For the first time, Hugo Clark experienced the warmth of someone抯 tears falling on his skin, the sensation hot.

Daisy Zane sat in the seat, silently watching her.

Arthur North also looked at her sideways, suddenly understanding why this little ancestor had made such a fuss about not going to college after high school, as if she were intentionally destroying her own future.

Charlotte Lane had died saving her from drowning.

At that time, Amelie Quentin was only nine years old, and everyone thought that after so many years, and because she was so young, the family had indirectly influenced her to think that the incident had nothing to do with her.

Furthermore, she always seemed like she didn抰 care much.

Even William Lane was fooled by her, thinking she didn抰 care much.

But her reaction and concern for Charlotte Lane was no less than anyone else抯.

It might even have had a greater impact on her.

Not studying properly might be her way of easing her own guilt, by ruining her prospects for the future.

She probably felt that all the things the outstanding Charlotte Lane couldn抰 enjoy, she too didn抰 deserve to have..

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