Chapter 6 Won’t You Give Attitude Anymore

• Erin sat on her bed for a while after getting changed; it wasn’t until she felt the flush fade from her cheeks that she got up, walked to the door, and opened it.
• Standing at the door, she looked to her left and right, but she didn’t see Arthur. After leaving her room, she went to the room on her left.
• Erin never had the habit of knocking on the door whenever she went to Arthur’s room, nor did Arthur have this habit when going to her room. On this day, however, Erin raised her hand and lightly knocked on the door twice in a rare display of courtesy.
• “Come in.” A man’s deep voice could be heard from inside the room.
• Erin let out a breath before grabbing the doorknob and turning it to open the door. Poking her head through the door crack, she looked at the man, who was smoking while standing in front of the French window, with a mischievous grin, asking, “May I come in, Uncle Arthur?”
• Arthur had an unnoticeable twitch in the corner of his mouth. He said with a snort, “When did you ever ask for my permission before coming into my room?”
• “Hehe.” Erin rubbed her nose with an embarrassed smile. Squeezing her slim body through the door, she then bounced toward Arthur.
• Seeing that she was coming up to him, Arthur quietly stubbed out his cigarette and squinted at her coldly.
• Erin was wearing an oversized white T-shirt designed to be long enough to cover her butt and a pair of hot pants of the same color, showing off a pair of dazzlingly slender, long legs.
• After walking up to him, she habitually took him by the arm and leaned her head against his arm. Then, she stared at him with a pair of big eyes like Bambi’s, making her look like a kitten trying to please its owner.
• Arthur’s lips curved up very slightly as he raised his hand to stroke Erin’s hair. Tenderness crept across his cold eyes as he lowered his gaze and stared at her, asking, “You’re not gonna give me attitude anymore?”
• Erin pretended to be unable to recall what she had done just now. Tilting her head to one side, she looked innocently and confusedly at Arthur with big kittenish eyes, asking, “Did I give someone attitude just now? Why do I have no recollection of it?”
• Arthur snorted while flicking her forehead with his finger.
• “It hurts.” Erin covered her forehead while looking at Arthur with an aggrieved look in her eyes.
• Arthur stared at her quietly with the ghost of a smile curving the corners of his lips.
• Erin kept blinking, only to surrender after standing her ground for less than ten seconds. Discouraged, she grabbed Arthur’s large hand and buried her face in it. “Uncle Arthur, please be a bigger person by not arguing with a little girl like me, okay?”
• She kept rubbing her face—which was a bit more delicate than bean curd—against his palm until his steely heart melted. After gently patting her face with his palm, he held her chin in his palm and lifted her face to his; his eyes, usually tinged with coldness, showed traces of warmth only when he was in front of her.
• Erin’s eyes rolled around as she looked at Arthur’s softened expression. Then, she gave him a beautiful smile, saying, “Uncle Arthur, may I ask a favor of you?”
• “No,” replied Arthur decisively.
• Speechless, Erin glared at him in frustration and resentment, the corners of her eyes twitching. “I haven’t said it yet.”
• “It’s not necessary.” Arthur withdrew his hands and stonily put them into the pockets of his fine-textured pants.
• Erin’s face went livid. Can you imagine what it feels like to be forbidden to say what is on the tip of your tongue? I’m reduced to despair—such is my feeling right now!
• Ever since Arthur rejected Erin’s plea, she began to put on a show of despair in front of him either deliberately or unintentionally by looking listless and out of sorts.
• One couldn’t tell whether Arthur had been aware of her displeasure; his eternally glacial face was devoid of expression regardless.
• The next day, Erin left the dining table and bowed to Arthur at a 90-degree angle after breakfast, saying, “I’m going to school, Uncle Arthur.”
• Arthur rose from his seat while looking at Erin. “I’ll send you there.”
• Erin paused, and her beautiful eyes lit up for a moment. After all, the last time Arthur sent her to school was the day the semester began.
• She instantly put her little displeasure out of her mind, and her face, plump with collagen, became increasingly radiant.
• A dark look quickly flashed across Arthur’s cold eyes as he naturally took Erin by the hand and walked toward the door.
• When they reached the door, Becky came over with Erin’s school bag. Taking the school bag from her, Arthur said to Erin, who was foolishly staring at him, “Change your shoes.”
• “Okay…” Erin stuck out her tongue before changing her shoes cheerfully.
• Arthur’s thin lips curved in a faint smile at the sight of this.
• When the car stopped at the gate of Angelwood High School, Erin looked at Arthur, saying, “I’m off, Uncle Arthur.”
• Arthur nodded while handing her school bag to her.
• Erin took her school bag from him with a smile. Then, she opened the car door and was about to step out of the car, but her arm was suddenly grabbed from behind.
• Startled, she looked back at Arthur in puzzlement. “Uncle Arthur?”
• Arthur looked at her tenderly. “We’ll go to the Harrison Residence directly this afternoon.”
• Erin disliked going there, so she slightly knitted her fine brows and asked in a low voice, “Why?”
• “Mandy is back,” Arthur answered.
• Aunt Mandy?
• Erin’s head throbbed as Mandy’s face flashed across her mind. Depressed, she looked at Arthur, pleading, “Uncle Arthur, can I be excused?”
• Arthur stared at her while his large hand slid down her slender arm to pinch her hand gently. “Be good.”
• Erin was rendered speechless.