"No, you can't." The little steamed bun heartlessly rejected him.
He turned and walked back to his own home, leaving behind a lonely figure.
Edbert Walker was angry but didn't dare to speak.
He could only grumble as he got into the car.
"This kid..."
Yolanda Bardot couldn't help but laugh, whispering into Ella Lacey's ear, "He's really bewitched by your little mosquito. Hopefully, when he grows up, he'll be wiser and know when to hold back..."
"..." Ella Lacey, however, stood there in silence, lost in thought.
Who knew what Edbert Walker would be like when he grew up?
Yolanda Bardot settled into the car, waved goodbye to her, and Ella Lacey still hadn't returned to her senses.
Until a phone call came in.
It was from that chubby woman she had just met.
"Hello, Ella Lacey, I didn't expect you to still be so soft-hearted," Emma Campbell said straightforwardly.
Ella Lacey was surprised, "Can you predict the future?"
"Of course not."
