Chapter 97 Handkerchief
- "Have all of our items been stored?" We're in the mall now, looking for stuff that will be useful in the new house we're moving into. I'm still staring at the table since that's all that's lacking in terms of household equipment. The next thing we'll do is go shopping for clothing. There isn't even one left. I didn't tell Randall I knew the mastermind because if I continued to complain, Charlotte would retaliate, and the never-ending retribution would continue.
- I nodded and turned to face the two of them, as if driven to accompany me in my search for something suitable. Randle yawned, while Randall tried to ignore his drowsiness. Is it really so dull to buy for them? I'm really enjoying what I'm doing and can't wait to incorporate it into our future house. I don't think it will cost anything because Randall will be present. To this day, I haven't spent the money he ever offered us. I grew thirsty as I stifled my laughing; table was all we needed. I'm searching for something that will complement the color of the house.
- I approached the two of them when he was sleepy and motioned that I wanted to drink. Maybe he can't understand what I'm saying because he's weary. I rolled my eyes at him, appearing to sulk, and was about to stride out when he stopped me. He hands Randle to me and then scrapes his chin.