6

After dinner, Grace Johnson left with Justin Johnson, and I was arranged to ride in the same car with Celine Smith. While waiting for the red light, Celine Smith turned her head to look at me and asked with some doubt in her tone: "Don't you like fish?"

"I like it." I replied indifferently.

Celine Smith put one hand on the steering wheel and turned her head to look at me again, her eyes full of confusion: "Why don't you eat?"

The light from the window was interlaced, and I couldn't tell whether she really didn't understand or was just pretending to be confused. So I plucked up the courage to ask, "Since you like Justin Johnson , why do you still want to marry me?" Celine Smith heard this and snorted, as if my question was ridiculous to her. " Justin Johnson lost his mother when he was young, so of course I need to take care of him more." Her answer made me dazed, and the voice of the girl in my memory sounded in my ears again, with a clear voice, completely different from her now.

"Our Simon Johnson is so good, of course we should love him more." Those were the warmest words I have ever heard, but now they have become the deepest pain in my heart.

I blinked slowly, trying to hide the turmoil in my heart. "If you like Justin Johnson, you shouldn't agree to marry me." I spoke again, with a firm tone.

The car was silent for a few seconds, and Celine Smith said coldly: " Justin Johnson is my brother." Then she stopped talking. The red light in front turned green as expected, and the car drove into the traffic flow. No one in the car spoke again.

When we got off the car, Celine Smith said coldly: "The marriage between the two families cannot be changed. You should prepare as soon as possible." I had my back to her and heard this, but I didn't feel anything. After all, I never considered myself a member of the Johnson's family, so I would not be manipulated by the Johnson's family.

I got out of the car and let Celine Smith's eyes wander behind me. The headlights of the car behind me brightly illuminated my body, and my face hidden in the dimness was dull, as if I was isolated from the world.