“Hey, Olivia is here. Eric, weren’t you just reviewing English? Perfect timing—let Olivia help you take a look. If there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask her.” Julia Warren then called out toward the door, “You’re here, come on in.”

Let Aunt Lily help me review English?

Eric Bennett gave a wry smile. Faced with the translation work for “DEATH NOTE,” even he, who barely passed CET-4, felt at a loss, let alone Aunt Lily, who hadn’t even taken any level exams.

Chapter 12 Aunt Lily, Translation

Today, Olivia Scott was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a light floral long dress paired with a pure white cotton shirt, exuding a gentle tranquility mixed with a hint of intellectual charm—she was truly a sight to behold.

Her smooth, rounded ankles were slipped into bamboo slippers, and with her full feminine figure, she confidently pushed the door open. “I just got back yesterday, was busy tidying up, so I didn’t come over.” The two families had the kind of relationship where you just walk in—no need for formalities. Once inside, Olivia Scott noticed Mark Warren, and greeted him with a cheerful nod and smile, “Mark, you’re here too?”

Mark Warren politely stood up. “Oh, Olivia, it’s been ages since we last met. By the way, that book you gave me last time—my Megan read it and instantly became your fan. She keeps pestering me for your autograph! So, how’s your writing going these days?”

Olivia Scott gave a faint smile. “I’m working on a new book, it’s going so-so.” She then handed over two large plastic bags filled with vegetarian food. “Didn’t buy anything special in Shanghai this time, just brought back some food. Mark, remember to take some with you when you leave.” Aunt Lily is a vegetarian, though not for religious reasons—she just thinks it’s healthier.

The group started chatting casually.

From the moment Olivia Scott entered, Eric Bennett’s sneaky gaze never left her thighs. He always thought women lost a bit of their allure without stockings, but there was one exception: skin as fair and smooth as cream, which was enticing even without stockings.

No doubt, Aunt Lily was that one-in-a-million skin type.

Tsk, so white, so tender, I really want to give it a squeeze!

“Eric, what are you staring at? Your Aunt Lily is here and you don’t even say hello?” His mother’s voice nearly scared Eric Bennett out of his wits. Noticing the odd looks from the others, Eric Bennett pretended to stay calm and pointed at Aunt Lily’s ankles. “Aunt Lily, where did you get those bamboo slippers? I’ve been looking for days and haven’t seen any in the supermarkets.” He was actually sweating bullets inside—what he really wanted to ask was, “Why are your thighs so white?”

Olivia Scott bent her knee to glance at her slippers. “Oh, I bought them at a stall near the subway, three and a half yuan. If you like them, I’ll pick up a pair for you next time I pass by. What size shoe do you wear?” No one seemed to notice Eric Bennett’s odd behavior.

“No need to trouble you, I’ll go myself.” Eric Bennett pretended to fix his hair, but was really wiping away cold sweat. “Aunt Lily, why are you wearing glasses today? Is your eyesight getting worse?”

Olivia Scott gave a helpless smile and pushed up her glasses. “Probably from staying up late too much. My eyes haven’t been working so well lately.”

Hearing this, Julia Warren couldn’t help but sigh. “Take care of your health. Writing at night and studying English during the day, tossing and turning all night—who can handle that?” Out of the corner of her eye, Julia Warren noticed the computer still running, and her eyes lit up. “Olivia, aren’t you self-studying English? How’s it going?”

Olivia Scott smoothed her skirt and sat down slowly on Eric Bennett’s small bed. “Sigh, I missed the chance to learn English before, so now I have to make up for it myself. I think I’m doing okay—high school English shouldn’t be a problem. Why, do you want me to tutor Eric?” Olivia Scott caught on to Julia Warren’s meaning.

“That would be great.” Julia Warren waved toward the computer screen. “My son’s been messing around with some English since yesterday. Neither of us understands it, so you can help him take a look.”

“Sure.”

Olivia Scott agreed without a second thought. She figured with a junior high level, she could handle it easily. With that, she leaned over to the monitor, but Eric Bennett quickly stepped in front of her. “Mom, Aunt Lily needs to write to earn money, she doesn’t have time for this. I can handle this English myself, no need to trouble Aunt Lily.”

Olivia Scott smiled and patted Eric Bennett’s hair. “Writing is for the night, I don’t mind taking a moment now. Come on, let me see what you’re working on.”

Eric Bennett put on a pitiful face. “Really, it’s fine. How about I ask you if I run into something I don’t understand?”

“Oh, then never mind. Just study hard on your own.” Olivia Scott figured he probably had something he didn’t want others to see, so she tactfully dropped the subject.

However, this odd behavior caught Julia Warren’s attention. She sternly nudged her son aside, then took Olivia Scott’s delicate hand and sat down at the computer, her expression deadly serious. “All this secrecy—let’s see what he’s really working on. Is it something he shouldn’t be looking at?” Evan Bennett’s expression turned odd as well. This age is a turning point—kids are most likely to go astray.

Smoking, drinking, early romance, adult magazines, and so on.

The couple really worried their son’s studies would be affected by these things.