Mr. Waltson, Refrain Yourself!

Chapter 6

She hurried to the restaurant as soon as the class was over.

The food had already been ordered by Nicky Enderson.

Nicky Enderson questioned her as she sat down, "Are you tired?"

She drank water in two mouthfuls. "I was merely teaching what was already clear in my thoughts as I sat there. Why am I getting tired?"

"Little girl, you always only say the good news."

"I'm not in pain. Brother, don't always believe that I'm the only pathetic person in the world. I'm not too bad." She ate heartily while wearing a smile.

Eat more slowly; no one will grab with you about it.

She chuckled. "You won't be able to win. I'll eat them all."

"Eat each one of them, then. I'll offer you the menu if it isn't sufficient. See how skinny you are. Your mother would be unhappy if she were still alive."

She sighed when he brought up her mother. "Brother, don’t."

"Okay, I won't say anything further. Simply eat."

Nicky Enderson kept on putting more food in Luna ’s plate. They exchanged glances before laughing.

Then, right in front of them, a shadow materialized and obscured their field of vision.

Her appetite vanished the moment she turned around and saw the woman seated next to her.

Belle , why are you here? said Nicky Enderson as they got to their feet.

"Brother. You arrived from abroad and came over to visit the bastard first without care about your sister. How could you do that?"

"Be quiet."

"Am I mistaken? You treat her so lovingly despite the fact that she is a bastard and our mother's shame."

Be respectful when you say, Belle , Nicky Enderson severely commanded.

Belle yelled: "Come on, Nicky Enderson'. I'm your sister. You yelled at me on the other person's behalf."

"You're really impolite. Take a look at your inarticulate language."

"Uneducated? When I consider how my mother was made fun of by others, I want to kill her. But out of charity, I refrained from doing that."

Luna rose up and looked at Belle while clenching her fist.

"Please be respectful when you speak, Miss Enderson. First of all, since I don't have a father, please refrain from discussing yours with me. In addition, I have never eaten a single piece of bread from your Enderson's family or spent a dime of your family's money. I have never asked you folks for money, not even when my mother was sick and needed it to save her life."

Belle 's face embarrassed as she said, "Your existence was an embarrassment."

"Your idea, not mine, is that. Being my mother's daughter makes me proud."

After taking a big breath, Luna reached into her bag, pulled out the $1,000 she had kept there for just such an occasion, and set it down on the dining room table. She said, "Pay the tab!" before turning around and walking away.

"Luna, listen to me, Belle ," shouted Nicky Enderson as they caught up with her after a short distance.

"Brother, please stop talking. I don't want to look insensitive. I'm returning home. Later, I'll call you."

Her eyes were moist with tears. She gave him a short smile before removing her wrist and walking away.

Are you satisfied now, Nicky Enderson demanded as they whirled around to face Belle .

He followed her out of the eatery.

After a few hundred meters of strolling alongside the street, Luna stopped and sat down on the curb.

She enjoyed seeing the traffic because she envied those who had places to go.

I miss you, mom. I miss you.

Wills Waltson glanced through the snarled traffic and caught a glimpse of Luna Greenwich .

He stared at her for ten minutes because the car had been stalled there for ten minutes.

She didn’t move, her head bowed as she stared at the ground like a frozen puppet.

He walked approaching her after opening the door.

Before her eyes were a pair of black leather shoes. She frowned while lifting her tear-stained face.

Her expression froze the moment their gazes connected.

She stood up and moved her head to the other side, swiftly wiping away the tears on her cheeks.

"What brings you here, Mr. Waltson?" When she stared at him, she pretended to be calm.

"Is that your catchphrase?"

After a brief moment of perplexity, she realized she was asking him this question every time she saw him.

"Well, I was just shocked that I encountered Mr. Waltson, who was respected across Philadelphia, there by the side of the road," she scratched her brow.

"Stop saying such lovely things, what are you doing sitting here?"

"It doesn't appear to be illegal for me to sit here."

"Extremely vexing."

"Why? This is a public street."

"From where I'm sitting in the car, you seem like a stray cat abandoned on the side of the road."

Her nose turned up as he said this.

Thinking about it this way, she felt that she was no different from a stray cat. She had no relatives, she had been abandoned, and no one was expecting her...

Her eyes took on a desolate appearance. "Then I won't bother Mr. Waltson any longer; I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" he said, his voice cold. "Follow me. I'm also returning home."

Return to... Home?

He turned around and took a few steps back. When he saw she hadn't caught up to him, he turned around and inquired coldly, "Are you not going to leave?"

"My belongings are still at school."

"Waltson family doesn't lack anything, you can go collect your luggage tomorrow , get in the car."

She climbed into his car.

Coincidentally, just as they were about to close the car door, the cars began to move.

Such a coincidence, this traffic seemed to be intended to allow her to meet Wills.

"Just go home," he told the driver.

"Okay, Mr. Waltson."

She fixed her gaze on him. "What are your plans? Drop me off if you're too busy. I can return on my own."

"I had intended to return home."

The driver checked his rearview mirror. Mr. Waltson didn't he say he wanted to go to the clubhouse?

Wills Waltson looked at the driver in the rearview mirror, and the driver quickly switched his eyes away. He drove the car back to the villa without saying anything else, not daring to think about it too much.

"Did something occur?"

Wills Waltson breaks the stillness after five minutes.

"No, nothing noteworthy. I was simply thinking, look at all the expensive cars, they're all trapped on the road like the rest of us. It was amusing. Money, you see, cannot achieve everything."

He was irritated because he knew she was lying. Did she mistake him for a three-year-old? "So, what are you sobbing about?"

"I'm crying because I'm impoverished. I don't even have the right to sit in traffic and complain. I don't own an car."

She was furious since she had just lost a thousand dollars. She would never eat with the rich men again.

"You make it sound like you know how to drive when you have a car."

She c****d her head and looked at him. Did this man have to be so cruel?

"Do you know how to drive when you're born, Driver?"

"Miss, you're joking," the driver joked.

"Then it appears that Mr. Waltson was born with the capacity to drive," she said provocatively to Wills Waltson.

The driver gulped his saliva uncomfortably.

Miss Greenwich .... How could she?

How could she dare to contradict Mr. Waltson