Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 1195: Chapter 1194: Waiting for Me to Take You?

The man who could change his expression so quickly was the first Andrew had ever seen.

One moment, he was so sad and fragile, saying things that made people feel suffocatingly sad.

The next moment, he managed to curl his lips so maliciously and then, as if devoid of warmth, became a demon once again.

Shirley Grant’s mind was a bit muddled for a moment.

Could the Andrew she just saw have been merely her illusion?

”Not leaving yet? Waiting for me to get on top of you?”

The blatant words carried with color, causing Shirley Grant’s eyes to widen instantly, disregarding her image, she fled without even putting on her shoes.

Andrew: ......

Looking at the neatly placed pair of slippers in front of the sofa, he frustratedly grabbed his hair.

Damn it!

......

With a bang, she shut her room door, Shirley Grant leaned against the door, panting heavily.

With a face full of lingering terror, she slowly sat on the ground.

She didn’t expect Andrew actually took the initiative to let her go.

Looking at the black coat draped over her, she was bewildered with chattering teeth.

Did something happen?

The tip of her nose was filled with the scent of Andrew, she sat there thinking for a long time.

This night was destined to be sleepless.

The next day —

Shirley Grant appeared in the living room with dark circles under her eyes, constantly yawning.

Andrew came downstairs and saw this scene.

”Were you thieving last night?”

He frowned, evidently displeased.

Could it be because he let her go that she was too excited to sleep?

Andrew was wrong this time; she spent the night in fear, terrified he would change his mind and come to pounce on her.

”There’s nothing worth stealing here anyway.”

Shirley Grant said indifferently, but her eyes kept discreetly surveying him.

For her little actions, Andrew chuckled but did not point them out.

”Let’s have breakfast.”

As usual, after Shirley Grant woke up, she would sit in the living room waiting to have breakfast with him.

It wasn’t that Andrew woke up late; it was his habit to go out early for morning exercises, and by the time he finished exercising and returned to the room for a shower, Shirley Grant would just be getting up and coming downstairs.

Every time, they miraculously missed each other’s timing.

Their biological clocks never went out of sync.

Dining Hall.

Shirley Grant gulped down several large sips of milk and then took a bite of toast.

”Won’t you be home today again?”

Andrew raised an eyebrow, was he getting in her way at his own house?

”Unhappy?”

Shirley Grant: ......

Why use this tone to say such words?

She wondered if it was an illusion, but since Andrew said those words last night, their relationship seemed to have become more nuanced.

She started to feel less frightened and less terrified.

It seemed she could calmly talk to him, and she had less hostility towards him.

After all, the man in front of her was her savior.

”I wouldn’t dare.”

Shirley Grant said a sentence, then continued to eat the toast in her hand.

”I’ve noticed you’re quite bold.”

As he said this, Andrew’s phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, Andrew curled his lips.

The Hanmo family, haha, it seems the assassination last night succeeded.

He raised an eyebrow and picked it up, looking defiant.

”You can choose to continue fighting with me; anyway, it’s been so many years, those who fight me either die or get disabled, I don’t mind having a few more of you.”

Saying this, he took a small sip of the coffee in front of him.