Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1949

Seeing her sister's wronged expression, Stinson suppressed his laughter and clenched his fists against his thin lips, coughing softly, "Mom and Dad are doing this for your own good. You're not young anymore."

"28 years old is very old? Sister. Monica, how old are you?" Creamy looked at them blankly. Then, she looked at Monica.

"I'm twenty-four years old." Monica laughed dryly. Although she was young, she did not feel the slightest bit of glory. It had not been easy for the 24-year-old unmarried mother to live a life.

Creamy immediately stretched out her hand and pulled out her long black hair. "It looks like I'm really old. However, I still have an eighteen-year-old girl's heart, okay? I don't want to get married. Unless I can replace an outstanding man like Dad and Big Brother, otherwise, I would rather be alone."

Seeing her sister's resolute expression, Stinson sighed, "So you refused to return home because you were afraid of being forced to go on a blind date. Alright, I finally know the reason, but you can't do this. It's time for you to replace a man."

Creamy rolled her eyes at him, "Before I met my sister-in-law, you seemed to insist on not getting married, right? Now that you've just found a girlfriend, you're using this tone to persuade me?"

Stinson's handsome face flashed with embarrassment. Indeed, before he met Monica, his attitude of not getting married was even more resolute than his sister's.

"Alright, I won't advise you. You can live as comfortably as you like." Stinson was finally ruthless and could only indulge his younger sister.

Monica pursed her lips and secretly smiled. The way the two siblings got along was quite interesting.

"Sister. Monica, come upstairs. I'll let you enjoy my paintings." Creamy didn't want to talk to her big brother anymore and immediately waved at Monica.

Monica followed her upstairs happily. She had just finished the last staircase when she saw the beautiful scenery of the four seasons. Monica was filled with admiration. What kind of hands were these? They could portray the scenery of the four seasons. She couldn't help but admire this woman with an orchid temperament in front of her.

"These ... were all drawn by you?" As a designer, Monica thought that she herself was talented in drawing, but at this moment, she felt that she could only draw.

"En, this is my work for the past year. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons are distinct." Creamy's face was filled with confidence. It was when she was seven years old that her parents hired a teacher for her and she began to learn how to draw. The first time she came into contact with such a beautiful artistic conception, she fell in love with it. Adding on the fact that her family had the strength to hire the best teachers for her, she walked all the way and was guided by famous experts. That was why she has made some achievements.

"Heavens, it's so beautiful. This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful scenery. It's so lifelike. It's as if people have seen the real scenery." Monica turned around and looked around in disbelief. The more she saw it, the more she realized that Creamy was a talented painter. Thus, she asked curiously, "Do you open an exhibition of paintings?"

Creamy paused, with her shy beautiful face, "Actually, I want to hold an exhibition, but I'm afraid that my work won't be satisfactory, so I've always been hanging them here for myself to enjoy."

"It's a pity because you're so good at drawing. You should let everyone in the world see your paintings. To be honest, the artistic conception of your paintings is very good. It will calm people's impetuous hearts and will definitely be loved by people." Monica sighed from the bottom of her heart.

Creamy abruptly turned around and looked at her, with her dark eyes sparkling, "Do you really think I can hold an exhibition?"

"Of course. Don't tell me no one supports you doing this?" Monica blinked her eyes.

"I've mentioned it before, But my family thinks it's good that I like it, butthere's no need for others to discover. They think I shouldn't be too addicted to this hobby. Previously, I secretly wanted to sell my paintings for money. My brother found out it, and he had someone buy my paintings at a high price. If my sister hadn't discovered this, I would have been tricked by him. Hmph, thinking about this made me angry." At this point, Creamy secretly gritted her teeth. It was truly too embarrassing.

"Your brother... he still does such a thing? It's too unkind." Monica wanted to laugh inexplicably, but seeing Creamy's angry expression, she could only restrain herself and reprimand Stinson for his excessive behavior.

"Actually, memories before five, I can't remember much. My mom told me, at that time she took my brother and I alone, and it's been hard, but we've been living with my father ever since we were five years old My father has spoiled us since we were young and has always let us be carefree. I actually want to earn some money on my own. At the very least, let me know that I can earn money without relying on my family. My brother gave me a big blow that caused me to not dare to hold any art exhibitions now." Creamy started to laugh at herself. Although she was a little regretful, the warmth of her kinship touched her

even more.

"It's not necessarily to sell it for money. It's simply to show off your masterpiece to the world." Monica could hear the sense of loss in her tone.

"Maybe one day I will really hold an exhibition. When the time comes, you must definitely come and praise me." Creamy's understanding of Monica went even further, feeling that she was a straightforward

woman.

"Of course, you can ask me to help you. It's free." Monica's gaze lingered in these paintings, relaxed and happy.

"Yes, I remember it. When the time comes, I really need you to help me." Creamy's mood suddenly brightened, and she felt that the beam of light that she had always wanted to pursue was suddenly stimulated.

Stinson sat on the sofa, took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Do you know who the man that beat you up for no reason last time was?"Stinson was still worried that there would be hidden dangers, so he didn't give up on pursuing this matter.

"We were beaten up so badly that day. There is no evidence to investigate." The people over there had an innocent look on their faces.

"Then you can rest assured and recover in the hospital. I will send someone to take over. It's been hard on you." Stinson hung up the phone and his gaze turned cold.

Fortunately, that guy only beat up his people and didn't do anything bad to his sister. However, no matter what, if he knew his identity, he wouldn't let him off easy.

Stinson raised his eyes to look in the direction of the stairs. The two women has been upstairs for half an hour and hadn't come down yet. This was the first time they had met, how could they talk so well?

Although Stinson did not like the feeling of being left out, it was a very fortunate thing for him that his sister and the woman he wanted to marry can get along well with each other.

When Monica and Creamy went downstairs, dinner was justready. At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"There are still guests?" Stinson raised his eyebrows and looked at his sister.

Creamy shrugged her shoulders and said, "I didn't invite anyone else."