The Witch's Hundred Years of Love Story

Chapter 2:

Even though she is exhausted today, when she sleeps, she dreams beautifully, so it was considered compensation.

Suddenly, on her face, it was as if something had just passed and left a light breeze. Anya Forger frowned slightly. She put her back out and, at the same time, buried her face in the blanket.

"Pig. Wake up!"

Becky Blackbell's mischievous voice seemed to break Anya Forger's beautiful dream and signal to her who the person who had just disturbed her was. Anya Forger turned her back, put on a sleepy veil, and pushed the fleece blanket away from her face, a few strands of hair following it, flying everywhere.

"It's early. Let me sleep a little longer."

"It's 4 pm. How long are you going to sleep? Tonight there will be a lot of distinguished guests attending the birthday party. You should check the number of canoes prepared and how the food in the kitchen is prepared. If not, if one of the guests is lucky enough to speak of the devil."

Anya Forger reluctantly sat up. She pushed her messy hair back from her forehead, then rubbed her eyes with her hand to dispel the sleepiness that surrounded her like turning her eyelids into iron and male legs, then looked at her visions of the whole white room:

"Hasn't Olivia Sherwood come yet?"

Becky Blackbell pretends to emphasize each word:

"Yes. Olivia Sherwood hasn't come yet!"

"This!" Anya Forger suddenly pulled Becky Blackbell close: "If Franky Frost intends to disturb me tonight, you..." Anya Forger raised her eyebrows and, at the same time, lifted her chin to signal. Like a familiar thing every time there is a big party. But Becky Blackbell still could not help but fold her arms and shake her head.

"I think Mr. Franky Frost is also good. The two of them grew up together and understood each other very well. In fact, when they got together, it wasn't as bad as he said. Besides, he loves you, too."

Anya Forger put her hands on her head. She pretended to be in pain and confided to Becky Blackbell:

"But I don't like him. Becky Blackbell oh Becky Blackbell, don't you think our thoughts are very different? I'm emotional. The foundation of my marriage is love. And you are the reason. The foundation of your marriage is your personality, your background, your face. You really are..."

Becky Blackbell shook her head and gave up.

Anya Forger is tired of talking about her marriage and love story. She is a modernist who loves freedom and follows the call of love, so it won't be because "He's good for children", "He's good for children, handsome, rich, good career determined", "You will be able to marry him...", "You and he are very suitable, in the long run, who knows will fall in love", "He loves you very much...", etc. someone I don't have feelings for. She also hates the entangled feelings of knowing people don't like, never like, but still persistently pursue and nurture hope. Brother, when you kept going up and down for me, you'd already have a better girl than me if you let go!

The surrounding space was silent. Becky Blackbell moved her lips to say something but was pushed down by Anya Forger.

"Go. To look at the hall with me."

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Evening,

The large boat was lit up on the sea like a brilliant castle. On it, everywhere in the purple colour of syringes, Vulgaris flowers form into spheres. Somewhere there are still a few clusters of Tuong Vi flowers blooming brightly, bringing themselves down from the ceiling. The table is decorated in a European style, but the wine and food are in the Middle Eastern style. This is because the owner of today's party cannot eat ethnic cuisine.

On the sandy beach not far away, a symphony troupe was pulling a melodious moonshine, resounding like a lady's hands thoughtfully picking up pieces of light like glass from a wine bottle. It is likened to being a broken wine bottle on the beach, but it is because the moon above drops on the white sand, forming a bright, warm pomegranate patch on the ample water.

There, a polite man in a suit stood up to receive guests and invited them to get on a canoe to go to the other boat to have a party. Everywhere on the sandy beach around here is covered with seashells. There is also a gate made of buckwheat flowers and an evening primrose swaying gently in the sea breeze. Suddenly, a tall and thin man, wearing a white shirt and trousers, with well-groomed hair and a handsome face, and an old couple approached. He held a bunch of pure white buckwheat in his hand and was fluffy like a giant cotton ball. It's strange, and it's not the usual syringa Vulgaris flower.

"Ah! Mr and Mrs Frost, Mr Franky Frost!" The man receiving the guests spoke loudly, with a cheerful and cheerful face shaking hands with the middle-aged man in the lead, then extended his hand to the boy named Franky Frost behind.

"Invite grandparents and uncle." After finishing the first greeting, he immediately made an invitation.

Mr and Mrs Frost nodded and went forward, leaving the two girls waiting there to fasten their life jackets and put them on the canoe, while Franky Frost was still standing there looking out over the boat in the distance.

"Surely everything is ready?"

"Y... yes, sir." The man standing greeted me in a strange voice. It's so weird. Usually, if it's time for a gathering, Franky Frost impatiently can't wait to go by helicopter to meet that Anya Forger, but today it is, and he has the heart to talk to others.

"Has Miss Olivia Sherwood come yet?"

"Yes, the lady hasn't come yet." Today, I did not ask about Ms Anya Forger but Ms Olivia Sherwood. The other man seemed to be dumbfounded.

"Then I'll be here waiting for her." Franky Frost replied calmly, causing the other man to startle. It is said that the adaptability of men is lower than that of women, but now, 5 minutes have passed, Franky Frost has sat on a chair plaited from roots and bark, but he is still stupid. His face appeared dull and dazed, thinking it was dark, his eyes were wide, and the waves were so loud that his ears were ringing, so he misheard and saw wrong. But it was not until the next guest arrived that he woke up with a smile.

At that time, on the boat, music was played, which is Trinh's song, as gentle as cool water flowing into that person's heart. Mrs Anna Forger wore an ankle-length, red evening gown, and her neck and ears wore crystal jewellery that was very shimmering and gorgeous. Not ashamed to be the mother of today's heroine. The surrounding light seemed to focus on her.

Mrs Loona Sherwood likes simplicity, so she only wears a Western suit, goes with her husband to glasses, and greets guests and Mrs Diana Foger. However, she does not say that she takes up all the aura of the host, does not come to the superficial part wearing a very youthful blue dress inside, outside is a long gown with a skirt, and she wears gem jewellery because her house makes gems. She doesn't go with her husband but gathers with the ladies talking very chatty.

On the boat, each person looked different, more like a gala or beauty pageant than a birthday party. Suddenly, the dolphin's hissing sound attracted everyone's eyes. Immediately, all eyes turned to the sea. The creature is likened to a friend of humanity, gentle and friendly, symbolising the ocean. Both are racing to swim around the side of the boat. Some of them even throw themselves into the shape of a lovely bow.

They hissed with delight as if sending best wishes to Anya Forger.

Mr Tom Blackbell happily exclaimed,

"See, I told you. Who am I and how can I be a foot?"

The men around showed admiration. Mr Tom Blackbell pouted.

"Well, as a teacher, if you admire, admire me, I don't usually go fishing, but in the afternoon I caught a very big tuna..."

On the other hand, a few women also pulled together to see dolphins. Mrs Anna Forger held her servant's hand behind her.

"Have you finished seeing the lady? The guests have already arrived."

"Yes."

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In the pure white room, Anya Forger has her hair down on her back, wearing a knee-length purple dress, but it does not stop at that prominent place. Connected to the part that seems to be the end of the dress is the part that is thin and light, forming a sheet that hugs the calf. At that time, she was still eating a delicious cake. On the dressing table, Becky Blackbell wore a wine party dress, outside wearing a loose cotton shirt. This outfit should have been put on a young girl who would be charming by showing off her pointed body, but Becky Blackbell has a cute round face, so the charm is gradually eroded by the cuteness emanating from her face.

"My lady, the mistress invites you to the hall." A maid entered quietly. Anya Forger put down her crossed legs, did not answer Thu - the close servant of Mrs Anna Forger, but turned to crumple a piece of paper and threw it at Becky Blackbell's back.

"Hey, why hasn't Olivia Sherwood come yet?"

"She's busy flirting on the beach." Becky Blackbell chuckled.

"With whom?"

"Franky Frost."

In this upper class, who does not know that the youngest daughter of the Hoang family is famous for the amount of real estate in the city? Because she is the beauty queen of the university of literature. But no one can pursue her because she is known to be cold as an iceberg, the window to the soul... no, no window to the soul at all, because she is so skilled at capturing the soul in her eyes so that no one can guess her thoughts. Olivia Sherwood indifferently looks at life with half her eyes and doesn't let anyone into those haughty eyes. Her personality is also very up and downs, terrifying with top business talent, even though she is a freshman and is expected to follow in the family business. Her "backhand" talent has caused many brands to struggle, partners, seniors in the world to respect and many giants to be drunk immediately brought a palanquin with eight people to carry, s*******r elephants and horse meat to take home as his wife. Still, after a year of pursuit, if no giants had given up, that person would have been depressed.

But an unexpected thing happened as soon as the giants gave up the thought of pursuing Olivia Sherwood. It was that she fell in love with the only son of the Frost family. Becky Blackbell's words couldn't help but make listeners think about a romantic scene on the sea, a young man and woman standing side by side, the wind blowing the girl's hair slightly clinging to her face. With a slight look, the boy saw that and immediately put the shirt in his hand over the girl's body, making her shyly bury her face in the spongy bunch of Olivia Sherwood in her hand. The girl's cold face, like ice after 19 years, gradually melted, her eyes looking at friends of the opposite s*x were filled with pride-filled joy, and her customarily closed lips curled up, revealing her white teeth, beautiful and beautiful teeth, cheeks that are usually. It is as sickly as boiled pork blush and blush, and it is a scene that people can't bear to break.

When Anya Forger's imagination was high, a cold voice suddenly broke her beautiful dream:

"Stop pouring color into your life."

It is true that speak of the devil, who else is out there, the prestigious Olivia Sherwood? She stood at the door, wearing a tight blue plaid shirt and jeans. Still the same blue tone, that ice-cold face, but that disdainful attitude.

Olivia Sherwood was standing by the door at that time. Still, when she saw that Anya Forger was awake, she immediately walked in, conveniently removed the flower bouquet with bouquet in her hand, and then placed the flowers in the vase.

"Gifted by Franky Frost?" Becky Blackbell's witty voice.

Olivia Sherwood replied indifferently:

"It's the flower I like. I don't want to throw it away."

If the meaning is clear, then anyone who doesn't understand is an i***t.

"Is there any progress between the two of you?" Anya Forger impatiently continued.

Olivia Sherwood glanced at her:

"Trying. But today you won't be bothered." Then she curled her lips into a small smile. Anya Forger and Becky Blackbell looked at each other meaningfully.

"Does the promise of not being married before thirty count anymore?"

The coldness clinging to Olivia Sherwood's face melted away, her cheeks were slightly pink, and she laughed out loud:

"Calculation."

"..." - "Three ladies, madam, please call." Becky Blackbell was still about to say something, but Thu returned and whispered. The conversation between the three interrupted and became silent. Olivia Sherwood wiped her hands, stood up, and said,

"Come on, you're the main character today. Don't keep everyone waiting!"

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Just waiting for Anya Forger to come, the party begins.

This 19-year-old birthday party is also very exquisite among the elite. First, there will be gift-giving and cake cutting, then those who want to show their talents will have a part. For the rest, the big men talk about work, the big women speak of heaven and earth, and the young ladies and gentlemen chat.