Chapter 691: Marvel: Awakening the Little Universe at the Start, Chapter 375

Hawk's thoughts turned.

And just after he stated that he was not good with words.

Wanda raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

Gwen also opened her mouth upon hearing this, then seemed to think of something and giggled.

Hawk came back to his senses and looked at Gwen, who was laughing very happily: "Is it that funny?"

Gwen reached out: "Sorry, I didn't mean to; you are indeed not very good at talking, I can testify, but you just came back like this and even imprisoned them, that's not good, right?"

Hawk frowned.

"This is to protect Andrew Chloe, so he doesn't go foolishly to his death."

"Then you should have said so directly."

Gwen said as such, then shook her head: "Forget it, you accompany me; I'll help you say it. It just so happens I haven't met Mr. Chloe and Mrs. Chloe yet."

Previously there was only Mrs. Chloe.

Although Gwen wanted to come, Hawk was thinking of letting Anya come herself after she was resurrected, so Gwen didn't force it.

After all, if Hawk didn't come, it wouldn't be proper for her to come either.

But right now.

Mr. Chloe had also come, and with both parents present, no matter what, she, as his fiancée, had to meet the two of them.

After all……

Wanda had already snatched the lead in fulfilling her dream and had even met Mrs. Chloe.

So!

Wanda, who was on the side, opened her mouth and yawned: "I'm going to check on Billy and Tommy."

Saying this.

Wanda left the room.

Gwen then lowered her eyes to look at herself, then looked at Hawk: "Before we go, let's go home first; I'll change my clothes first."

Hawk frowned, looking at Gwen, who was already dressed very beautifully.

One hour later.

The night was deep and quiet.

Late at night.

Hawk looked at his fiancée, who had spent an hour going back and tossing and turning in the walk-in closet to redo her outfit: "How about we come back tomorrow?"

Gwen glanced at Hawk: "No, right now. By the way, is this outfit okay? How does it look?"

Hawk looked at Gwen, who was wearing a neatly tailored beige trench coat, a simple white shirt underneath, and slim-fit jeans on her lower body, and thought for a moment: "The policewoman outfit that was torn up the night before last looked better."

Gwen was silent for a while, looking at Hawk.

"Go ring the doorbell."

"Okay."

Hawk looked at his fiancée's death glare, shrugged his shoulders, and rang the doorbell of Amy's house.

Very quickly.

Footsteps came from behind the door, but soon, the door was opened.

After entering the house.

Gwen, who had her small hand behind her back, pinched Hawk.

Hawk understood.

"Amy Chloe."

"Gwen Stacy, my fiancée."

"……"

"Hello, Mrs. Chloe."

Amy was shocked on the spot upon hearing Hawk's introduction, but Gwen had already revealed a sweet smile and was the first to greet Amy Chloe.

Half an hour later.

On the sofa in the brightly lit living room.

Hawk sat on a high stool at the bar, watching Gwen and Amy, who were already chatting happily and felt like they had met too late on the sofa, feeling a sense of trance.

Just at this moment.

A voice that was somewhat stiff but carried a hint of trying to be close sounded behind him.

"Would you like a drink?"

"……"

Hawk came back to his senses, looking at Andrew, who was behind the bar—because Gwen had just arrived, he had been sent by Amy to take a shower and change into a shirt and faded jeans that Amy had kept well and never thrown away—pushing a glass of whiskey in front of him, and looking at Andrew, who was watching him with tension and stiffness.

"I won't be twenty-one until after this year."

"……Sorry."

Andrew's expression stiffened, and he hurriedly apologized.

Just at this moment, Gwen, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at Hawk: "Hawk, a boy's first drink in life is always given by his father, and besides, this is at home, isn't it?"

Hawk turned his head to look at Gwen, who was smiling gently.

Their eyes met.

He laughed, then took the whiskey from Andrew's hands, which were somewhat expectant and seemed to have tears in them, said thank you, and then drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp.

Hmm.

It was no different from other whiskeys.

Hawk thought to himself.

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