As soon as I signed the agreement with the real estate agent, my mother suddenly called.
After answering the phone, I didn't have time to speak.
She said, "Vivi, what are you doing? Why didn't you answer Carter's call? He’s worried."
My mother's tone was full of complaints as she urged me to call back as soon as possible.
"Mom, I'm busy. I'll contact him when I'm free. Don't interfere."
"No matter how busy you are, you have to reply to him. But don't forget that your Uncle Leo is treating you to dinner this weekend. Be there on time. Don't be late."
Mr. and Mrs. Carter were very nice to me. They wanted me to be with Carter.
After knowing that we were really together, she treated me as their own daughter.
They looked forward to our marriage more than Carter did.
To put it bluntly, this treat was to urge us to get married.
But it was completely impossible for me to be with Carter.
I had to make it clear to them.
I thought about it and agreed.
Carter came back on the day I packed my luggage and was about to move.
He was stunned when he saw me.
He quickly put down his things and pounced on me.
"Vivi, you're finally back. I missed you so much."