Dolly stood on the bed holding an empty cup, watching her brother absorb the milk with a towel and tissue. She was very touched, "Brother, you are a man!"
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Dolly, from tomorrow we won’t go to kindergarten. We’ll take a leave directly." Gigi had a plan, "Two tasks, first to find out Mom’s whereabouts and second to help Dad recover his memory."
"Yes, yes!!" Dolly nodded like pounding garlic, "I listen to Brother!"
In the study next door.
Justin Kingston had just ended a call, his brows slightly furrowed. If the Jeo Group gets ahead, it will be a huge loss for The Kingston Group.
At that moment, a video call came in on WeChat.
It was Monica Usher. He hesitated for a few seconds, maybe there was work to discuss?
So, he answered without any guard.
The woman in the video had just showered, wearing a silky deep V strap, with her long wet hair down, bending over to lift the wine glass on the coffee table.
Her good figure was faintly visible, and Justin Kingston had already looked away.
"What are you doing?" A sweet soft voice came, she took a sip of wine, smiling at him, "Still in the study?" Seemingly indifferent to where his gaze had landed.
He did not refuse the call, and she was very pleased.
"Yes." Justin Kingston held the phone in one hand, searching on the bookshelf with the other, eyes also looking at the bookshelf.
"Are you going to negotiate with the Aegis Group the day after tomorrow?" She asked.
"I’ll accompany you." Monica Usher offered, "I’ve met President Ashford."
"I remember him." Justin Kingston’s tone was calm, "Let’s see when Finn Morgan is available; if he’s not busy, I’ll have him accompany me."
"..." Monica Usher felt awkward, was this a rejection?
Why is it so hard to stay by his side for a little longer?
She didn’t speak, nor did he, even the air was filled with awkwardness.
But she didn’t want to end the video, trying to find a topic, "Will you be busy late?"
"You should sleep early." Justin Kingston still didn’t look at her, wanted to end, but didn’t hang up.
"..." Monica Usher still had a bellyful of things she wanted to say to him.
In the end, whoever initiated the call was the one who hung up, not even saying good night.
She had purposely worn a sexy nightgown, only to perform a solitary act in front of him.
Thinking about marrying him, her heart was still excited.
The next morning at five o’clock on the dot.
The seaside villa, the alarm clock rang on time.
Mia Lane awoke suddenly, reaching for her phone to turn off the alarm.
The letter she wrote to him was finished last night, inside were thanks and apologies, with the most frequent word being — sorry.
As she changed and opened her room door, she found Anton Miller sitting outside.
The door opened, his body fell, waking him up.
"You’re awake? Good morning." Anton Miller looked up, stood up, his legs a bit numb.
Mia Lane was startled, sat outside all night?
She tried to steady her mind.
Two minutes later, in the living room next door.
The two sat across the table, the crystal lamp emitting bright light.
"It’s not even fully daylight yet, where are you going?" Anton Miller stared at her as if he could read her mind.
Sitting opposite him, she felt guilty, responded with silence.
At this moment, Ms. Tancred entered the room.
She handed a letter to Anton Miller, not daring to look directly at Mia Lane throughout, handed it over, and left.
"You’re being childish?" Mia Lane realized something, "Did you keep Ms. Tancred awake all night too?"
"You’re the childish one." Anton Miller opened the envelope in front of her, reading each word.
Watching his brows tighten bit by bit, and his eyes filled with coldness, honestly, she felt even more guilty.
Pressed her pink lips, she was restless and had to turn her gaze out the window.
"So this is your promised ’tomorrow chat’?" He calmly tore up the letter, calmly tossed it into the garbage, raised his gaze and asked softly, "How could you do this? Your promises are like nothing."