Chapter 172

There seemed to be something wrong with what I said. Carroll said bitterly, "Kelly, does the age matter so much to you?" I thought for a while, lowered my head with guilt, and then muttered, "Yes!" Carroll tapped me on the head. "No roasted lambs." I was lost for words.  This old man was sly. He knew how to make use of my soft spot. I had starved for one whole day, so this decision was a terrible blow to me.  With my cheeks puffed, I looked out of the car windowy. The beautiful lamps along the riverside lit up. Different colors confronted, forming a beautiful scene.  The quiet Costsley was so beautiful. There was no trouble from Old Madame Brown, Joey, or Nathan. This place looked like the home I dreamed for.  By the time we returned to Bamboo Pavilion, it was already midnight. I dozed in the car again and again. Now, I didn't want a gigot at all.  I yawned. After some soup, I went upstairs. Lying on the bed, I soon fell asleep. In my dream, Carroll gently took off my dress and carried