Chapter 269
Hearing his name, little Jackson was very happy. He held her hand and rode the horse in the manor.
Gilda rolled her eyes and asked a series of questions.
“Jackson, why doesn’t Pony talk?”
“Why is the sky blue?”
“Why do birds fly?”
“Why are there boys and girls?”
Little Gilda seemed to wonder why a lot, but little Jackson was not annoyed at all. He patiently answered all her questions.
“Wow, Jack is awesome! Jack knows everything!”
Gilda looked at Jackson with admiration, and her eyes were full of pink stars. Jackson felt extremely satisfied.
This younger sister is so cute!
“Gilly, can you just be my sister?”
Gilda shook her head and said, “No!” Then she counted carefully with her fingers, “I have three brothers at home… Plus Jack, I have four brothers!”
Jackson’s face darkened at once.
A sense of jealousy surged up.
“You have three brothers… But you are the only sister | have!”
Gilda rolled her eyes and finally took Jackson’s hand. “Jackson, please be my husband instead of my brother.”
Jackson was startled. He was already seven years old.
He had known a lot of things that children didn’t know. For example, boys grew up to marry girls!
That way, they could have a baby
Only a
after getting married, could they call each other husband and wife.
After marriage, they could be with each other for a lifetime.
But his mother said it too that people couldn’t get married at will.
So he asked, “Why do you want me to be your husband?”
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Chapter 269
Gilda said naively, “Because my brother said that every girl has only one husband when they grow up.” “So Jackson, why don’t you consider being my husband?”
Jackson thought it was a good idea.
In this way, this lovely sister would always be with him.
So Jackson nodded, “Okay.”
“Pinky swear!” Gilda asked him,
“Pinky swear,” he said.
The little fingers hooked together and their childhood words became a beautiful promise.
The next day, Jackson was woken up by a burst of crying. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked at Gilda who was crying. For a moment, he panicked.
“Gilly, what’s wrong?” Jackson hurriedly comforted Gilda, but no matter how hard he tried, Gilda couldn’t stop crying.
“Don’t cry, Gilly…”
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