188 Sister, do you not want me anymore? (2 more updates)
Isaac Shea gently caressed the purple sand cup in his hand and said softly, "No."
But that expression...
It was extremely unnatural.
There seemed to be some unspeakable secret.
The sharp-witted members of the Hale Family could all tell that he probably had something inconvenient to say.
"It seems you are also usually too busy," the Old Lady said with a smile, skipping over the topic, "You look quite young, twenty-three or four?"
"Twenty-seven."
Hannah Johnson gritted her teeth.
He was actually already 27. It was indeed his face that was deceptive, making her always think he was just a college student.
Perhaps it was because he had never left campus, not tainted with the societal air, making him look young.
"You look pretty young, I thought you were around Wyatt's age," Zoe Bell exclaimed, "Well, since you're a teaching assistant, you can't be that young."
"Sis, how can he be so good-looking and look so well-behaved?"