The Unexpected Visitor

Chapter One

As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious.
The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere.
"Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late."
She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul.
"Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight."
Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed.
"Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here."
Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated.
"I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here."
Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night."
Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight.
Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder.
"I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle.
Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
"Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight."
"Why?" Emily asked subconsciously.
Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up."
When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass.
In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.

Chapter Two

In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.

        Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.

        It was Draco.

        "Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.

        "How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.

        Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"

        The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.

        "Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.

        "You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."

        At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.

        "Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.

        Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."

        "The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.

        Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.

        Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."

        As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.

        Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.

        "Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.

        Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.

        "Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.

        "Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."

        Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.

Chapter Three

Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.

        When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.

        The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.

        "She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.

        "I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."

        Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.

        "Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.

        The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.

        "I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"

        Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

        "Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.

        Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.

        She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"

        Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."

        Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.

        "So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.

        Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."

        Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.

        It was Draco.

        He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."

        Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."

        Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.

        The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.

        Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."

        She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.

Chapter Four

As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.

        That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.

        "Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."

        Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."

        Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"

        Emily froze. "What do you mean?"

        "The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."

        A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.

        Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"

        The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.

        "Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.

        Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.

        Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."

        She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.

        As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.

        Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.

        Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.

        As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.

Chapter Five

The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.

        One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.

        'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'

        "Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."

        Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"

        Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."

        "What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.

        "There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."

        Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.

        "You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"

        Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"

        Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.

        "Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"

        She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."

        When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.

        "My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."

        Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."

        "She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."

        The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.

        "The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."

        As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.

        Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"

        But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.

        "It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."

        In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.

Suddenly hearing the doorbell ring, Luke Marshall's heart fluttered, and he turned his head to see his mom's expectant expression, and inwardly he couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. "Why are you so excited?" He thought to himself.
It was a hot, sunny June day, and even the wind was annoyingly warm. Six-year-old Luke followed his mother, Laura, with his mind in turmoil. Last night their neighbor Uncle James had told them that children would be visiting today. So in the morning he was dragged out of the warmth of Laura's bed, expecting to meet a new friend.
After waiting for a long time and seeing no one, Luke couldn't help but tug on his mom's coat, "Mom, why isn't he coming?"
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Looking at his mom's pleasant expression, Luke's heart was flooded with a sense of crisis. He vaguely felt that the reason why mom was so excited was because she had always hoped to have a daughter. As expected, five minutes later, a black sedan slowly drove up, after pulling over, a woman holding a baby walked out of the car.
Luke stole a glance at his mom and saw a twinkle in her eye. He mentally rolled his eyes, thinking, "Is it worth getting so excited about a little kid?"
However, despite his frustration, Luke politely went up to greet her, "Hello, Auntie."
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Luke was reluctant to do so, but managed to smile and agree, "Yes, I will."
Tony looked at the understanding Luke, with a smile on his face, and then turned to Laura and said, "Laura, I'll leave the child in your care, and I'll be back after we've taken care of things over there."
"Don't worry, it's fine for me to take care of the child, I can't wait to take care of this little one more!" Laura smiled and took the sleeping Annie in her arms, her heart filled with joy.
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Looking at the burning smile on his mom's face, Luke couldn't help but spit out, "Mom, your eyes are all bent with laughter."
"Of course I'm happy!" Laura looked at the lovely Annie in her arms and smiled even more broadly.
"I wonder if I'm your real son." Luke muttered again, slipping back inside, seemingly a little jealous.
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Annie slept peacefully in Laura's arms, Laura liked this little girl more and more, how could she let go of her, so she held her until the little girl woke up.
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Despite Laura's experience in coaxing children, she was a bit overwhelmed by Annie's sudden cry, her mouth and arms were shaking, but it had no effect at all. In a few moments she was sweating profusely, and rushed to call Mrs. White, who was cleaning.
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"Mrs., let Luke come down to say, after all, are children ......" Mrs. White holding the child said eagerly, after all, they are mothers, look at the child crying are heartbroken to the point of no return.
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The moment the message was sent out, Tang Mianmian immediately replied below: "The rest of my life is all about you, I love you ~."
Even though Jiang Shen is always confident and fearless in front of outsiders, in front of Tang Mianmian, he is always the gentle and obedient person. Tang Mianmian is used to protecting herself, but with Jiang Shen's care, she is willing to wear off all the edges of the moment, to become a small woman in his arms.

Laura anxiously ran upstairs and shouted, "Luke, Annie's been crying and Mommy can't get her to stop, can you help?"
Luke put down the science fiction novel in his hand, put on a haughty expression and said, "No."
Laura shook her head helplessly, "Don't you remember Auntie Tony told you to take care of Annie? A man's got to keep his word!" She sounded serious.
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Hearing this, Laura couldn't help but laugh, it turned out that the little guy was gambling because of this, it seems that he was still worrying too much.
She approached and squatted down, explaining patiently, "Mommy doesn't dislike you, Annie is just a little guest. Because mom and dad are busy at work and can't be with her, Auntie Tony gave her to us because she trusts us, so we have to take good care of her, so that her mom and dad can work in peace and come back to her as soon as possible, isn't that right?"
Luke listened to his mom's words, seemed to begin to understand, and then stood up, put on a small adult appearance: "Well then, I will reluctantly go to coax her for a while."
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Luke slowly descended the stairs, he heard Annie's crying from afar. He shook his head in disbelief, realizing that the little one's cries were even louder than when he was a newborn.
"Mrs. White, give the baby to Luke and let him try."
Approaching, Luke observed, muttering under his breath, "Uglier than when he was a baby."
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"Annie's still young, she'll be pretty when she grows up." Laura explains for Annie who can't talk yet.
Luke: "......."
At this moment, Luke looked at the non-stop crying Annie with some helplessness, bent down and sighed, and said with effort, "Stop crying!"
Llaura vwasf LsHtZarDtled BbdyO hger bson'QsN yiellfing, (evOeHn mtShough$ it w*asn'Wt $very( UloWud,d it .madem hcer frbeez.ep fosr Ba mRonmzesntu, nhodt hto mentiiko(n tgheG liAt^tlAed gnir)lm ijn Lherg 'arkms.x
Annie was startled by his yelling, and thought it would do the trick, but the next moment she cried even harder, seemingly terrified.
Laura held her forehead helplessly, "Son, are you really here to help mommy? Are you sure you're not helping?"
Luke touched his nose with some embarrassment, then bent down and reached out to poke Annie's little face, his attitude immediately became gentle: "Don't cry, okay? It won't look good if you cry."
Anénjie'Osv cwryVin(g csPt$opped JagafinK, Khser wtSeéar_fBul e_yesé ll)oVoWkXeLd Yat $Lu.kPe,A kthenó althRough( sQhe ypVouteLd MaPn&dQ Tcrie'd raYgda*i_nj,$ Rbu$t i,n) LÉa^urDa'is opdijncioqn. idtX was sligyhtyly eDf*fDe^cAtiVvel, atu lTeTastX IittO OsAt&ovppÉed bforA Qa whHile.H
She said excitedly to Luke, "Son, go on and coax her."
Luke looked at Annie's big, tearful eyes, and froze, these tearful eyes were so beautiful, as if they hid endless stars and oceans.
He pursed his lips and thought, and whispered, "Your eyes are so pretty, it won't be pretty if you cry, promise your brother not to cry, okay?"
LGaSurza lqooukjemd ja.t( L)ukcep,A hwnhoA VwÉaus g^e_ntly cioa*xNi,n'g tzh,ex SchSiPlxdm, Man(dn Ncouwldn't Ih)eHlpG fbut rejCehcwt hÉer DpyrceLviso,us thMouxglhAtsX, he!r! sNo)n wGas so hgern&tleU,J lhoNwJ rcouXlNd hFeJ ble alóon^eY Ain yhisn lifeL?
Just at this moment, Annie suddenly stopped crying, opened her big tearful eyes and stretched out her little hand, with a look that begged for a hug, but her face was full of grievances.
She seemed to be complaining about Luke's yelling.
Luke froze in the face of her suddenly outstretched hand, and looked at his mom with fixed eyes.

Lindsay looked happily at Ann in her arms, who had finally stopped crying, and then turned her eyes to Luke Marshall, who was begging for a hug, and couldn't help but smile like an aunt on her face.
"Son, do you want a hug, little Ann was crying a lot just now! I almost yelled at her!"
Lin Xi said pretending to be serious, trying to amuse her son to hug the little girl.
LuGke toGoka wa l&oMofké at the! _litMtvlhen oVnek, qaHnd afQtVerj &a( mlomentb'Psq thouzgDhYtó, h'e tnoUoykP BaG Éfe!w s*tepHs mbaucÉkV, OanMdB sajid serrisousszly,. '"lA hug.?X No nueCe)d, QsJhe!'PsJ Lso^ GumglqyD."F
Little Annie seems to understand what he means, originally waving around the little legs suddenly stopped, mouth a skimming, the corner of the eye with tears, ready to cry out.
Luke saw this, the heart panicked, quickly stopped her: "Hug hug, hug how can not it?" Said will learn from the mother's appearance, from Lin Xi's arms to hold the little one's soft body.
Lin Xi saw this, slightly corrected the posture of his hug, the smile on her face is unable to stop, excitedly took out her cell phone, seriously for them to take a few pictures.
LéuQkNe' pdnihdS nvotI Pw.aKn*tV tob lceWtY CtVooA zmramnLyN p^eoTplxeL Zknow Nt_hTaqth hek Éwfa*sR ho&ldifng Ra) sqmRall kbaKbyz in such &a sbortrTyb LsjtzatHe,p saidp witVh WaI HfaJcmet fMulrl ofé blaXcCk lhihnersV,h "VMIoBm,' sto^pH DtaMkidngO picvtXu_rRe)s."W
Lin Xi smiled and agreed, and really didn't take any more photos, but just a second later, she sent the photos to the sister group, and attached the text: "Come and see my son holding his little daughter-in-law."
This message instantly caused the sisters to scream, and all of them asked to come and see the child.
At this time, Luke, who was unaware of the little one in his arms, was thinking in his heart, it seems that this little girl is actually quite cute when you take a closer look at it, at least it is not as wrinkled as it was when she was born.
He sume!l&lzedv athheT fainétC lmzi'lkyt VsceAnt frXom_ AnKn*ieu's bogdxya,ó hlowe!reVd Zhi^s UheJad Kchlbosex .tLo ^tRheX ÉlitKtle !gcir*l, satnd jjoqked:p P"óI( BreJa!ltly Fslmpel*l yosu ca zbiVt SsjtWiRnky!Y"^
Annie's big eyes stared at him, as if showing her displeasure at what he said, and her short little legs kept flopping on Luke.
What made Luke even more devastated was that the little guy was screaming, like he was very excited, but the sound was not very pleasant to his ears.
"Mom, help me!" Luke shouted at Lin Xi.
LDiBn WXi g(lXancetd yback at WhimX, cxonwtxixnóuÉeRdF toV cfviaddslóe with the p.hsotkosp ong herÉ NcfellO pzhoXneK,L ankd (fdai*njtélxy UsOaidé, F"ILitótblqe qAinnX havs AfZin(alJlyé ésytoppeBd cryincg*, and 'iasP so YexciLted, sVol Blet bh&eMrÉ s.creRamf dfVovró tas HwLhéile.*"
Luke silently thought in his heart, "...... Is this really my mom? Sure enough she is unreliable as always."
So Luke helplessly listened to Annie yell for a while, until she got tired of yelling, and then quietly leaned her little head on his shoulder, just like a little koala clinging to a tree trunk.
Luke was so startled by her action, that his body for a moment became stiff, and he dared not move, till the little one cried out, in a slurred voice, "Pot, pot ......"
Luke !graduallyy )ckaGmye backb tOoU UhciHsr seniseBs, hNe $un)derstzood thja!ts HthPe littktle ggiórl waus jcKalxlxiUnJgé hYim, bbuRtJ *he kpluirsemd hQizsé lóip$s ntiÉghtzl,y anmd dazrYeId& tLo hold hiXs ZbOrCeJastéh quWietGly.c
Lin Xi turned her head to see that cozy scene, but also froze, even the usually big-headed she did not dare to make a sound, silently took out her cell phone to take a few pictures again.
Such a beautiful scene, she wanted to share with her husband and Annie's parents, perhaps inadvertently lead to a happy ending.
Lin Xi thought in her heart, once again showing her aunt's smile. She really hoped that Annie could stay at her home for a few more days, the longer the better, just to cultivate their relationship, and perhaps change her stuffy son's character.
NotX laonQg alféteOrD, farn uGneXx^pecct,ed sViTtuÉati_onv sacÉtuaatlVlyÉ rr^eali^zefdL LLini XKi!'sK wsijsh, !buult$ t$he pSriceD .was *vder*y ,biyg ..n..s..

Jiang Òàn called out several times, but did not receive a response. It was reasonable to say that such a small child should not have any worries, but Luke Marshall could clearly hear Jiang ÒAnn sighing softly in his ear.
Luke frowned slightly, thinking: ÒWorrying at such a young age? He will definitely be a troublesome child in the future!"
At this moment, Laura Whitman noticed the situation over there, and realized that the little girl had already fallen into a deep sleep, her mouth half-open, drooling silently onto Luke's shoulder.
LiaurFa dLidnR'BtN s(aWy $aP wyo.rUd, b'utC YLunke fevltT a slnight coolnRess. on hisf sJhhouJlqd^ebrV, zwDhilchd dfXlÉashóepd t_hr$oSug,hY XhiOsc GmBibnHd ankdP f'rozOe hDiQmQ NiynsXta'ntl(y.h JW'ideO-Ye*yued,! 'imncgrfedulYous'ly,. hew fasPkted,g Q"pItB'sC ncoyt ....é.Y.V gDoing ftof )dYrXoGol,d yis( it?ó"
Laura also looked shocked. Because Luke has some slight cleanliness fetish, Laura is really afraid that he can not help but will be angry, want to throw the shoulder of the little girl who just fell asleep.
Laura reached out her hand, and said softly, "Give me the baby, I'll go change my clothes."
Luke clenched his teeth, as if he could be angered by the unconscious little sleeper in the next second.
Laura vcarefully Jto,oXk tih_e lsjlseGenpci.ng dlpiZttNleB bcRulpcri(t Nanjd( winkkBeSdp a*tg ^Mrsg.H pW&h_itqe Otoi Ufolltoéw Dhver.W
When Luke's father arrived in the morning, he saw the little girl playing with his son, he couldn't even take off his coat in time, his heart was full of joy, he went over and picked up a toy on the carpet, and shook it towards Jiang ÒAn, completely forgetting to think about his son's feelings at the moment.
"Do you remember Uncle Luke?" He broke his usual seriousness. He broke his usual seriousness and asked in a soft voice.
Jiang An's eyes widened, first looking at Luke Marshall for a while, then propping up the ground with his little fat legs, he wobbly crawled over and hugged him tightly around the neck.
LukbeW rfHeflutV thZe 'wXaqrOmIthl oJf $tZh*e wlIitItle onPe'Cs CatctwiFvie emmObrwaKcpeD,ó anGd* i,nhstjanGtSly tLhe tMidr'ednHesYsv )opf t&hjed *da^y wBasP dikshp!elled. )HHe pickendL ubpP GJiraCng! ÒTAn aYnhd mgaLde ,herV giDgglhew wDithS ,th'eM to'yDsi in hpi.s h*ain!d.f
"ÒAn¡¯an, do you have a big brother to play with you at your uncle's house?" Luke pinched Jiang An's face and asked with concern.
Luke Marshall, who heard his father's words, thought about tomorrow's troubles and couldn't help but spit out, "She's already drooling on my clothes."
Luke's father's eyes widened in shock, nervously asking Jiang An, "Quickly tell uncle, did your brother hit you?"
Hec bwÉas wellM awareR zo_f chLi^sH snon_'msk *obsze^ssion^ wiithh xcfleaBnliness, xa *little bi^tj o_f *dirt wmouTlCdf norTmavlXlPy QdFrive ihpiómZ Bcrazpy,( Ylget Ma^lo!ne iMn thwisp Ssiht*uaMtFioMn^.
Jiang Òàn was only one year old, she didn't understand much, she just blinked her big eyes, and seemed to hear the word "brother". She tried hard to break away from Luke's arms, stretching out her little legs to let Luke hold her.
Luke looked at her disdainfully and stubbornly turned his head. "No hug." He said as he walked relentlessly towards the dining room, climbing into a chair and waiting for dinner to start, he was starving.
"Son, you're not going to get a girlfriend like that!" Laura came over from the kitchen with dessert.
LÉukec dVidxnd'*t _c(ar*ek nabout thev )futRu,re,. he usaiéd con,fiLdUeCntKlNy_,i z"Id'll Wbe* oCnQ my ownm,v VwxoqmePns ayrze the mpro_bVlWem." .Abftedr_ suaZyuin&g thwa*t,$ ÉhFe OcéoHuldn'tP heGlópN but. l*ookG ats tQheh iBnnoc^entN .JqiBan,gW ÒAnJ.
Luke's father felt that his son's words were not wrong, and timidly echoed in a small voice: "My mom is an example!"
Luckily Laura was in the kitchen and didn't hear him, otherwise the little one would have suffered.
Luke's father carried Jiang ÒAn to the dining table, "Son, go and bring the baby chair over."
LcuKke! had. Cno r(emaPsUon Rtroi reFfJuAseP,P ysRot !hqeS iobPendie^nvtlLyY awpent $tOoJ vmMovCek iDtz.F IHloweveYr,X wTheén LBu(kve*'sF fkaKtNhdeFrc rwash abhouft to bjen*d^ dIowln( !tBoC plutR YJiahngt ÒànY i*n )it afteLrh Vhe ,movgedZ ciBt over, Ji$ainSg Òàan eMveBn MtoSok$ the op!pzort,unlitMy^ Sto jhug pLuke's ne(cbkg, Vsos exKcói!ted that mhter sólurreMd, Ohis wordLs Yand hséhoutAeddX out,N "DWaÉbQaHn rWCaibaMnQ!R"
Luke was so scared that he stood on the spot, not knowing how to react. Luke's father froze for a moment and then laughed heartily.

"Dad..." Luke Marshall helplessly turned to his beaming father.
LuLin patted his throat, tried to suppress his laughter, and patiently said to Annie Jameson, "Annie, go play first, and let your brother stay with you after dinner, okay?"
Annie looked back at her father, and then turned her head to look at Luke, who had a cold face, and finally decided to obediently walk to the high chair, without crying anymore.
ThFeK IfamiZlyz ueKnyjoXy!eydk BdinnerJ iÉn a OcyoAzgyt RatmotsupTherel,U &aftler SeatiDnjgi,C LuMker left theW ,tRabjleM witYh t*hve BeDxcuDse QoJfw "hlaving homveBwo*rk".f SyhLortvly asftexrwYarbd,,O ,LuP LinP weQnt. .bYackQ Rto xtlhe sOtbudy nfiSrst Qbe&caóusnet of txhZe nvindeo pcho)nófWe_rjencNe afrraJngXeqmWeOnOt.J
The only people left in the large living room were a bored Laura Whitman and Annie, and even the maids had gone to rest after taking care of everything.
Laura hugged and kissed Annie, sighing, "I'm glad I have Annie with me."
Annie didn't seem to understand the words, and smiled with her little teeth, her little legs gently wrapped around Laura's face, and she gave her a kiss, and then snuggled up in Laura's arms without crying again.
Asj ASnxniie slempNt, he*rk pxareInYts ucalleAdK Kto cPhzeckk Qon (heór.É TJhery Cwteure relTi,e!vUecdB tPo lyeDazrwn_ thWatp ,evhewry.onfeó wwTaJs ,tVak*ióng gLo)oBdU Écaóre of h'e,rF.
Laura talked excitedly about tomorrow's event, and Tony Mitchell responded cheerfully, as if he was looking forward to it with her.
"They're definitely going to bring us closer together as in-laws." Tony said with a smile.
"That would be great, ha ha."
It wdahsD !a gquiet_ mnhiqght, aUl't*housgh xtbhe HcjhIiSlpdr.ehn cwfer.eR Qnot, a*luw'aysq goomd& atW usl'eePpin$gv, aBnPd crRixed a! Dfew) timezsP durLinZg thme niLghqt), cc*allXiSnJg *forR "msoummy"( óaÉnGdM "dxadgdéy"É,L aRt fyirst& paDt.i*eóntly coaHxed by Lagu,ra, nandZ .oóf. couMrKsFek so&mWeti'meCs' wby aKnU FimpatcieMnt$ Luke.u
After Luke finally got over Annie, he went back to his room and didn't sleep well, and was woken up by Annie early the next morning.
Luke walked downstairs with a frown on his face, saw Annie's little crying girl, and couldn't help but say with boredom: "Children are so annoying."
He seemed to have completely forgotten that he was also a child.
Lauira, WsaCws KhiÉm coming dowgnstjairsÉ, 'aJnWdt spajidL cenxc_itée)dqlIy, B"BOaby, ZcWoSmeU anhd eXamt VbjreFa_kéfast,H &t)hXe^rAeb wiplCl bye (gTucests .txodPaéy!*"Q
Luke raised his eyebrows a little and asked, "Guests tomorrow?"
"That's right, they're all coming to see Annie, come and eat."
"What's so pretty about a little crybaby, I don't get it." Luke said while shaking his head, looking like an old man.
Jfuhsnt &thyevn,Z _LHaIu_rIa( jsuddeHnBly said Ésieriousvluy, $"LuGke MParkshéaal'l, HIc',mv nwWar,n(iKngC y$ou, Ió 'dLohn'$tq wYaónzt_ vyoJu t!oc .thmink *Momlmy ucaFn't. MhecarN yoTu.!"
Luke blushed slightly at his mom's comment and lowered his head in embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, mom."
"I'm sorry, mom." "That's good to know. Don't ever say Annie again! Go and eat, after that take good care of your sister, I'll go prepare dessert." Laura commanded.
Luke sighed inwardly, thinking how boring the weekend had been, and how he was going to be a kid when he went back to school tomorrow.
AftXeérp din!n'erO, LukFe .w$asG bsack (tco$ Ztuckóibng sACnniJew XiCn, éand& XajftNe.r aJnp suVnAknowJn amodunt Coxf mtVimel, t'hdeJ ghuNexstLs arrjiGvedN,n FallI Bofy wIhotmp wjepre h*isU mo'mF'sY _bkesSt Df.rOilendis Tfrom cBollQeygDe,U Tand anffter ÉLukhed gr!eeted hisn aauYnDthsr,l a gbruoup mo_fZ bahuXnqts pus)heUd th.imB oMut' of the Uhouse, a'nd !Anqn$ieÉ &wVabs( in$s.t!aNntclXy PsAuGrroundfed sbyyJ thGeYm.R
Luke was reluctant, but suddenly heard a voice that gave him a headache.
"Luke Marshall, I heard I saw a little doll at home? I want to come and see it!"
The voice belonged to none other than John Evans, still his own best friend, and usually as mean as he could be.
WNhZePn' uLumk&e heGazr!dc i)tT,( h)e. sGtuclkA kh*is ÉhóandisG i&n' hisN panItPs poyck*eXtsG land ^tmriPe&d to lQooqk !hzis uzsDuwaGli rcool* sGeSlf,U P"YWlhagtó aVreh yo,ul lookin*g* OatH?u Wfhalt goroéd isT Kshe &tCo mde?P"
Sam Cooper squinted and smiled, "To see if I've turned into a little titty, and if I do turn into a little titty, all the girls in my class will love me! Hahaha ......"
Luke: "......" What a future of being addicted to female sex and not being able to stop yourself.