Chapter 1241 - 1240: Are You Satisfied Now?
Seeing her unable to stop crying for quite some time, Alan Morgan sighed and bent down to pick her up.
He gently placed her on the dining table and then forced a smile, pinching her cheek.
"What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you."
Shirley Grant looked at him blankly, sobbing uncontrollably.
Hearing his question, her eyes filled up with tears again.
Seeing her in this state, Alan Morgan sighed deeply.
He turned and went into the kitchen, simply cooking some noodles, then brought them out.
"Eat quickly while it’s hot, or it will get soggy soon."
The steam from the noodles wafted into her face, causing Shirley Grant to lower her head, fearing she might start crying again.
"Be good."
He reached out and patted her head, trying to comfort her.
Shirley Grant nodded, slowly eating the noodles, one bite at a time.
Watching her sitting in front of him, Alan Morgan felt extremely conflicted.
...
Andrew Davidson returned to the hotel alone by car, slowly heading upstairs.
The encounter with Shirley Grant was brief.
Yet she seemed to have changed everything about him.
He turned to look beside him, finding only emptiness.
He never imagined that the person Shirley Grant liked was Alan Morgan.
His best friend.
Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, he opened the hotel room door and threw himself onto the large bed.
Shirley Grant, this woman, he was destined never to love her.
...
Nia Mitchell watched Maxwell Peary return exhausted and considerately poured him a glass of milk he didn’t really like.
Maxwell Peary: ...
"Uncle, drink up your milk quickly, and then have a good rest."
Nia Mitchell, wearing her little slippers, pitter-pattered to the bed, carefully handing the milk to him.
"Good girl."
Maxwell Peary reached out and patted her head, then took the milk and drank it in one go.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Seeing the CEO finish, Nia Mitchell immediately beamed with a bright smile.
"Satisfied! Hehe, Uncle, I’ll take the cup to the kitchen, you rest first."
Saying this, Nia Mitchell took the milk cup and left the main bedroom.
Watching Rabina Mitchell’s back, Maxwell Peary did not go to sleep immediately but half-leaned on the bed, frowning in thought.
Nia Mitchell pitter-pattered to the kitchen, put down the cup, and then rushed back again, full of energy.
Upon entering the main bedroom, she was still gasping for breath.
"Look at you, is someone chasing you?"
Running up and down, she really should be careful, why couldn’t she ever stay calm?
"Hehe."
Nia Mitchell giggled, sticking out her little tongue, knowing her behavior wasn’t great.
But it didn’t matter, she was very careful and nothing would happen.
Quickly climbing into bed, she immediately snuggled into the warm blanket, Nia Mitchell habitually placed her feet on the CEO’s leg.
"Uncle, get some rest."
She tugged on his arm, seeing the frown on his face, knowing he was still thinking about those things.
"Mm."
Maxwell Peary responded softly, lying down directly.
He was always like this, not wanting Nia Mitchell to worry.
But now that it happened, how could Nia Mitchell not worry?
Seeing the CEO lying flat, Nia Mitchell immediately turned over, lying completely on top of the CEO.
Maxwell Peary was shocked!!!
Whoa!!
What did this little Rabina want to do?
"Nia Mitchell!"
Maxwell Peary suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze startling Nia Mitchell so much she shivered.