“ALL right, all right. I really can't be mad at you!" In Yvette's eyes

Erica was the cutest little girl in the world

The Leonard family was very lively that day. Before dinner, Yvette even called her fiance, Remus, over. The women sat and chatted, and the men drank together. It was a fun night, and the atmosphere was filled with happiness and warmth.

Since everyone was on Leave for the New Year, Matthew and Erica decided to stay at the Leonard family residence for a few more days. Over the next few days, the Leonard residence was filled with Laughter.

One day, Erica seized an opportunity and snuck into her brother's room.

Gifford was working out with two dumbbells. When he saw her enter, he resisted the urge to kick her out.

"Oh, it's you, Miss Troublemaker.

What do you want from me?" he asked. His instincts led him to believe that she must be plotting something against him. However, fearful of how Wesley would react should he misbehave, Gifford curbed the urge to throw her out.

Erica ignored his sarcasm, closed the door, and jumped onto his bed.

Oblivious to his growing annoyance, she lay down and crossed her legs.

"Gifford, can we talk?"

He cast a sidelong glance at his sister, who seemed to behave as though this was her room. The more comfortable and carefree she appeared, the angrier he became. He firmly refused, "No!"

Only Erica dared to be so presumptuous in his room. Perhaps her confidence came from her knowing that he would not beat her.

“Don't be so heartless, Gifford. I did what's best for you. Think about it. You can't possibly continue to be a jerk now, can you?" Erica shifted her body, placed one arm under her head, and looked sideways at the man who was still immersed in his exercise.

Gifford stiffened when he realized what she was going to say. He put down the dumbbells and sneered, "If you hadn't tricked me, I wouldn't need to be a jerk. Since you dared to scheme against me, I will behave however I please!"

What gnawed at him was that he had returned three days ago, but he still hadn't decided how he would deal with the matter between him and

Chantel.

He knew that there were only two options. The first was to be cruel and send her away as if nothing had happened between them.

The other was to marry her and take responsibility.

However, there was a considerable age gap between them. He was twelve years older than Chantel! The age difference, among other things, led him to believe they were unsuitable for each other.

"Well, does it matter that we tricked you? Think about it. I'm your sister. I always have your best interest in mind. What we did isn't as awful as you believe. And Chantel is so young. How could she scheme against you? Wouldn't you agree?"

Gifford mulled over Erica's argument for a while. But all he could focus on was Chantel's age.

"She is so young,” he whispered. Finally, he glared at his sister and reproached, “How dare you do something so stupid? What if I decide not to marry her? Did you consider that possibility? How could you take such a risk knowing that her Life might be destroyed?"

Erica sat up on the bed and said, "Exactly! Now, you have no choice but to do the right thing. You don't have a girlfriend, do you? Why are you hesitating? Let me tell you; age is not a factor in love. I know a couple. The woman is thirty years older than her husband. Despite that, they are happy together. What's more, you are only twelve years older than Chantel. It's not such a big deal. Besides, you don't look thirty-two years old. At first glance, you could pass for a twenty-two-year-old! You can think that you are twenty-two years old.

That would make you only two years older than Chantel. Doesn't that make it easier to accept?”