She punched and kicked in my arms with quite a bit of force.
I frowned in pain.
Baron pulled me away and said, "Don't talk to her. She's just a drunkard and doesn't understand what you say."
"Let's send her back first."
He picked up Summer and walked out.
Summer struggled to break free from his arms using her hands and feet, but he pressed her even harder into his arms.
Her cheek brushed against his chest.
His eyes were now focused on her, with not a single cent left for me.
A subtle discomfort arose in my heart.
"I must call Aunt Alma tomorrow and ask her to talk it over."
"Candy, please take care of him. Look how grown up he is, yet he still wants to tell on his parents. Isn't that childish?" She poked her head out of his arms, looking very annoyed.
As I watched them dislike each other, the discomfort in my heart eased a little.
They grew up together and are like siblings, so their relationship is naturally deep.
Maybe there isn't so much need to avoid suspicion.
However, I still couldn't sleep that night.
Baron was sleeping soundly beside me.
I quietly took his phone, and on his WhatsApp interface, Summer and I were both pinned to the top.
At first there was only Summer, not me.
When we first talked, I asked him about it with an unhappy look on my face, and he explained that he didn't change it because he thought it was too troublesome.
Later, in front of me, he unpinned Summer and replaced her with mine.
And I don’t know when.
He put Summer back on top again.
I felt a heavy pain in my heart.
Opening their chat, it was just daily interaction, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
asked him again and again today, but he still didn't tell me.
How did he know that we were drinking outside and how did he know the address.
These unknowns make me very uncomfortable.
It was like something was growing wildly where I couldn't see.
Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I climbed out of bed and went to the living room to get the Pad to watch TV series.
Baron’s WhatsApp account was logged on the Pad.
On their chat page, at 6:10 p.m., Summer took the initiative to send him a photo of us drinking, "Son, we're drinking outside. Are you mad that we didn't bring you along? Haha."
Followed by a lot of funny emoticons.
Baron replied to her, "Don't be silly. It's not safe for girls to drink outside. Give me the address."
"No!"
"Obedient!"
"No!"
This meaningless conversation went back and forth three or four times.