The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 388

Chapter 388

She did not want to admit it, but it was true!

“I want to know what kind of person you are…”

Willow looked at Sean and murmured to herself.

The kitchen.

Sisters Fion and Lucy were a little shy at first.

However, they soon regained their previous family affections.

After all, they had lived together for twenty years!

“Fion, how many times have I told you that you’re slicing the potatoes wrong?

“You have to put your knuckles against the blade and make sure the blade is slightly turned outward so you won’t cut your hand easily.”

Lucy took time to shout while washing the vegetables.

“Oh, you’re so annoying! I can cut however I want. I didn’t starve myself all these years anyway.”

Fion shook her head impatiently and muttered defiantly.

After saying this, they looked at each other and burst out in laughter.

The laugh instantly eliminated that unfamiliar feeling.

“Are you telling me that Sean’s responsible for Jeremy getting his job back?”

Fion put down her knife and asked with a frown.

Lucy glanced into the living room and whispered, “I’m telling you, Sean is anything but simple.

the meal we had together, Jeremy got

apologized to Sean again

is that a

if

brow furrowed more

catatonic for two years and

meddle

bring people up with

impossible and unrealistic. I still don’t

for a moment and

unfamiliar with Sean, but she had watched him catatonic for two years.

you think it’s realistic,

be happy to find a son–in–law like

and put

had done that, why didn’t

gritted her teeth,

dare you criticize others? Isn’t it in your nature not to explain?

think Sean is just like

a saying that goes, birds of

laughed and

him? He can forget about

replied as she

“Fion, all jokes aside.

you need

anything if you have

her head

mouth moved, hesitating

“Let’s cook. Let’s cook.”

irritably,

Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel.

over the railing

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