Now you know how to change the subject! Feeling guilty, huh? Feeling remorseful, huh?
After lunch, Sophie Sullivan was so tired that she became drowsy again.
At her willful command, Thomas Shannon carried her upstairs to the bedroom, his expression cold.
He looked down at the little woman in his arms, happily playing with his shirt buttons. He was really spoiling her, letting these bad habits form!
Sensing his intense gaze on her face, Sophie Sullivan squinted. "Am I pretty?"
The man gave a cold smile. "Ugly."
Ugly... Sophie Sullivan wasn’t angry; he was telling the truth, so there was no need for her to dwell on it.
She lifted her hand, touched her face, and sighed wistfully. "When will Old Mr. Standford fix my face?"
William Guillen had arranged the time; it would be tonight. Charlie River had already informed George Stanford. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on NoveI(F)ire.net
George Stanford had quite a romantic flair. After receiving the message, he instantly booked a fine dining restaurant and had the staff decorate the venue elaborately.
The restaurant was decorated magnificently. It didn’t seem like it was for a simple dinner, but more like... preparations for a proposal, for something grand!
Although William Guillen had a weakness for the fine wines in Thomas Shannon’s wine cellar, he would never allow his mother to suffer the slightest harm.
To be precise, he wouldn’t let Old Mr. Standford take advantage of her.
He knew George Stanford had booked the restaurant. Even though Charlie River had already dispatched bodyguards to protect his mother in secret, William Guillen was still uneasy.
He arrived at the restaurant early and hid in its machine room.
He watched the surveillance feed, his eyes glued to the monitor.
Mrs. Guillen was middle-aged, but due to her excellent self-care, she looked as if she were only in her thirties.
A happy family is the best skincare product for a woman.
This saying was perfectly embodied by Mrs. Guillen.
Mrs. Guillen’s skin was radiant and smooth, her figure svelte and graceful. She wore a dignified dark blue cheongsam as she arrived at the restaurant.
"Shawna, you’re here!"
George Stanford, dapper in a tailcoat and bow tie, appeared before Mrs. Guillen. He had dressed elaborately for tonight’s date.
Seeing George Stanford, Mrs. Guillen gave a gentle smile. "George, long time no see."
"It has been a long time, Shawna. You’re getting more and more beautiful. Might I have the honor of inviting you to dinner?"
George Stanford produced a single rose from behind him. Like a gentleman, he bowed slightly, offering the rose to her.
Mrs. Guillen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. After so many years, he still refused to give up.
However, George Stanford wasn’t a bad person, just a little obstinate.
Mrs. Guillen accepted the rose and thanked him politely. "The flower is beautiful. Thank you."
George Stanford laughed gleefully, like a fool head over heels in love.
「In the machine room.」
A smile played on the corner of his mouth as William Guillen slammed a hand on the tabletop. His voice was cold yet captivating. "This Old Mr. Standford sure has a lot of tricks!"
Outside the door, Sophie Sullivan, who had just pushed the door open to enter, was startled by the sudden noise and shivered.
Behind her, a large, warm palm swiftly wrapped around her waist, pulling her into an embrace.
Her back pressed against the man’s firm chest. A sense of security... just like that, it enveloped her.
"Lan Singh, what’s wrong?"
Immersed in his anger, William Guillen heard Thomas Shannon’s voice. He turned his head abruptly, an eyebrow raised. "Thomas, why did you bring the maniac along too?"
Sophie Sullivan, leaning in Thomas Shannon’s embrace, glanced at him. "If you didn’t bring me, would you bring those other women you keep around?"
William Guillen: "..."
He didn’t think he’d ever offended the maniac, had he?