Chapter 193 Are You Happy?

• As a natural cognitive miser, Gillian chose the path of least resistance and fell prey to the mockery. Intense heat radiated from her cheeks as blood gushed to her ears and face from embarrassment. She face flushed with the sort of pink that brought tender pink tulips to one’s imagination.
• As a matter of fact, she was just telling the truth. Henry Porter was indeed compassionate towards her. This speculation was not exaggerated.
• At that moment, the children suddenly bounced up to her and tugged at the hem of her clothes. They giggled enthusiastically, squealing in animation, “Sister Gillian. Sister Gillian.”