Daddy, don't flirt

Chapter 424:Are We Getting Married?

“Really?” Jamie Moore stops asking about the topic, instead asks her, "How is your relationship with my brother?"

“I don't know.” July Summer's voice sounds a little distressed, thinking of the cold face of Chris Lockwood, she is upset.

Why is he so cold to her while he is always smiling gently to Jamie Moore?

No, no, Jamie Moore is his sister. Why is she jealous of his sister?

July Summer shakes her head and tried to throw those unrealistic ideas out of mind, July Summer's embarrassment on her face finally disappeared.

“You seem to be in trouble." Jamie Moore tells from July Summer's voice that their relationship has no progress, probably it relates to her loss of the family badge.

However, Jamie Moore thinks she can be able to help her.

“Cheer up. I think my brother likes you." Jamie Moore takes a thing out of the bag holding in hand, and passed it to July Summer.

Looking at the ancient and solemn family badge lying on the palm of her hand, July Summer is excited about the lost treasure. “This is... I don't know how to thank you." July Summer says and gives Jamie Moore a gentle hug.

Jamie Moore smiles, giving her hand to next person.

"Let me guess who you are." Jamie Moore does not ask who the man is, but guesses by feeling, and then she smiles and speaks confidently, "You are Wendy."

Wendy says in surprise, "How do you it is me?" Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"I've known you so long. Definitely I know it is you." Jamie Moore was quite proud.

Wendy keeps rolling her eyes, even though Jamie Moore can't see it. She is surprised to notice the white dress on Jamie Moore.

"I'm familiar with this dress." She seems to have seen this dress somewhere.

"Do you think so? I think so too. But Amelia said the dress had just imported from abroad, we should not have seen it before." Jamie Moore becomes curious about what Wendy said.

There is no answer.

"Wendy, I've been trying so hard, you really should tell me where you're taking me." Jamie Moore looks pitiable with her mouth pouted.

Wendy was softhearted.

But she can't say it!

"Well... don't ask me, honey, just follow me." Wendy decides to stick to the end and refuses to disclose.

Jamie Moore is happy at once. What is it that can keep Wendy's mouth so shut?

Is it a game of hawks catching chickens?

When Wendy takes her hand to the next man, Jamie Moore feels that it is not like a girl's hand. It was big with thick cocoon in the thumb, which feels like a man's hand. Jamie Moore remains silent for a moment, sniffs her nose, and distinguishes the smell from the flowers in the air, "Brother, here you are."

This is the only male she has ever met along the way. The man is her brother.

"Jamie Moore, you are beautiful today." Chris Lockwood praises, looking at Jamie Moore his sister, like a delicate flower blooming. He feels a burst of relief, but also reluctant.

"Thank you, brother." Jamie Moore smiles and makes a face. She holds Chris Lockwood's arm, and walks forward by her feeling.

She has an intuition that it must be the most beautiful place in the world ahead, as Amelia said.

"Jamie Moore, our family fair has not been settled, so father did not come. He is very sorry and he asked you to go home a lot." Chris Lockwood's voice is gentle and warm.

"I know." Jamie Moore wonders why her father come, but never asks.

Anyway, she'll know one day.

She will asked about it.

Chris Lockwood leads her far away, and suddenly stops.

"I give my sister to you. You must treat her well, and do not let her be wronged, or I will be the first to come to you."

She hears her brother talking.

Jamie Moore frowns, and wonders who her brother is talking to.

She reaches for the clothes or arms of Chris Lockwood, but she fails. She gropes for a while, but finds nothing. She stands in place helplessly, biting her lower lip.

She is about to take back her hand, but suddenly she is caught by a pair of warm, dry hands.

Jamie Moore is stunned, feeling from the familiar palm, her heart finally gradually calms down.

It's him.

"What are you doing, Dan William?" Jamie Moore smiles, although she could not see where he is, as long as he holds her hand, she feels very secure, not afraid no matter where she is.

"Surprise you." Dan William approaches, does not help her remove the blindfold, but squats down.

Jamie Moore feels a pair of hands straightening her skirt, and then the ribbon around the waist is loosened.

The next second, her blindfold is removed.

It is afternoon, the sun is shining brightly, the moment Jamie Moore opens her eyes, she feels dazzling. Then she sees the scene clearly.

There is long red carpet, endless flowers, countless friends and relatives standing on both sides, smiling with blessing.

Jamie Moore is touched and cannot say a word. The people around cheer up, and even whistle at Jamie Moore to marry him.

Dan William looks at those people sharply, making people shut their mouth.

"What the hell is going on here?" Jamie Moore presses her lips, being a little confused about the sight. But when she sees her skirt, she is suddenly shocked!

The skirt on her body is clearly the one she has worn before, but after a while by Dan William, the skirt changes from tight to expanded, and also the skirt can actually be turned over. After flipping, the extra skirt is pulled up at the side waist, turning into a bright red flower.

This is a wedding dress!

Moreover, this is her number one dream wedding dress designed by herself.

She said to Dan William at that time, this wedding dress is the best trick with two layers, the outside layer can be used as embellishment, while the inside layer is the main material.

She was also very proud at that time, and promised to the man that, if this wedding dress comes out, it must be the most beautiful one!

Yeah, it's really beautiful.

Wearing it, she feels herself the most beautiful bride.

“Take a guess.” Dan William does not answer her. In his dark eyes, there is a warm smile with the most touching tenderness.

“Are...are we getting married?” Jamie Moore bits her lips and asks him with some shyness and expectation.