Chapter 243 Diminished Hostility
Chapter 243 Diminished Hostility
Turning her head slightly as if in thought, Joey smiled and walked over.
At this moment, two middle-aged women dressed like upper-class ladies sat at the table next to Martin.
The two of them had four children who were busy playing in the lobby. Their shrill laughter and screams
were particularly noisy.
Therefore, Martin did not even notice Joey’s footsteps as she walked behind Martin. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
Samantha, who sat across from Martin, couldn't help but look at Joey with a strange expression, and
then gestured to Martin that someone was behind her.
After Martin saw his mother Samantha’s gesture, he turned around to look, and suddenly, he was
frozen still.
"…Joey?"
Martin looked on in disbelief at Joey who suddenly appeared behind him. He was a fashionable man
who always paid attention to his image, but at this moment, his mouth was agape in an O shape.
"Well, well, Martin, haven't seen you in years, don't be so alarmed!"
Joey smiled softly and looked on at this energetic man dressed in military uniform. After four years,
Martin grew taller and more handsome.
Joey did not hold hostility towards Martin. In this city, Martin was one of the few people Joey did not
hate.
However, Martin was Yolanda's younger brother,
so Joey did not head over purposelessly to strike up a conversation.
"Are... are you really Joey? My God, when did you come back?"
Martin stood up in shock, the expression on his face looked as if he just made a new discovery.
Joey was amused by his exaggerated expression, but she still kept smiling politely, and said, "I came
back yesterday, and I am meeting someone here today. What a coincidence to see you here. And who
is this?"
With that said, Joey pointed to Samantha, who sat across from Martin.
"My mother!"
Martin was still shocked by Joey's return, and subconsciously answered Joey.
Joey stretched out her right hand towards Samantha, "Oh, Martin’s mother, it’s my pleasure to meet
you."
It turned out that this person was Yolanda's mother. Joey couldn’t help taking a deep look at Samantha.
In front of her, this lady must have been quite beautiful in her youth, but Joey could not see any
resemblance between Yolanda and Samantha.
In most cases, daughters resembled their mothers. It seemed that Yolanda’s was an exception.
At this time, Joey did not know that Yolanda was not Samantha’s daughter at all. Yolanda was actually
the eldest daughter of Taylor and his deceased ex-wife, and Samantha was Taylor’s second wife. So,
Martin and Yolanda were actually half siblings.
Samantha did not know that Joey had already carefully analyzed her from head to toe. In her eyes,
Joey looked beautiful, intellectual, elegant, and noble, just the type of person she admired. So it was a
rare moment for her stand up and shook hands with Joey. She replied kindly, "You are Martin’s friend,
you can call me Samantha, that’s how all of his friends call me."
"Hello, Samantha!"
Joey naturally called out.
For some reason, even though it was the first time she met Samantha, Joey felt an inexplicable sense
of intimacy. Maybe it was the friendly smile on Samantha's face, but all her hostility seemed to have
evaporated...
Sarah wasn’t here yet, so Joey sat down beside Martin and chatted with Samantha.
Martin looked a little dumbfounded. He never knew that his mother, who always held herself in high
regards and seldom liked to talk to others, had such a passionate side.
It's just that the four children at the table next door were too troublesome. They folded the menu into
paper airplanes and threw them across the hall, then chased each other around.
The ruckus was a headache.
At this time, a waiter brought the cold drink Joey ordered, and just as he reached behind Samantha, a
scurrying kid ran into him. The cold drink splashed onto Samantha, and half of her body was wet from
shoulder to thigh.
“What…”
Samantha screamed in shock. The icy cold drink soaked into her skin through her clothes and made
her grit her teeth and began to tremble. Even the most well-mannered individuals would get angry and
go crazy.
Grabbing the child, Samantha turned to the two middle-aged women dressed as ladies next table, and
said angrily, "Ladies, this is a public place; your children are running wild, and you don’t do anything.
Look at what’s happened to my clothes?"