"Over here, sit next to me." Adam Sinclair walked over first and pulled out a chair for Olivia Lewis, letting her sit inside, then he pulled out another chair to sit down himself. His handsome face wore a smile as he joked with Sydney Sullivan, "Mom, it's only been a few days, but you look even younger! Mom, you're getting younger and prettier; soon we'll look like siblings when we go out, and in a few years, we'll look like brother and sister."
What woman doesn't like being told she looks young?
Sydney Sullivan's eyebrows relaxed into a slight smile, her phoenix eyes glancing at him, "Cut it out, you smooth talker."
"I'm only speaking the truth; Olivia can vouch for me. Right, Olivia?" Adam lazily drew Olivia Lewis into the conversation.
Olivia Lewis was so nervous she almost didn't respond, "Uh, right. Aunt, you really take good care of yourself; your skin looks very youthful. Some people might believe you're in your twenties when we go out."
