The beautiful dream was interrupted, Shirley Grant turned over unhappily, not opening her eyes or even glancing at Andrew Davidson standing by the bed.
As sharp as Andrew, he couldn’t possibly not know that Shirley was already awake at this mont.
Seeing her action, he frowned with great displeasure.
"Get up right now!"
Andrew’s tone was quite unfriendly, as if he would do sothing violent the next second.
Shirley realized this and imdiately sat up from the bed.
Since she was sleeping in her clothes, there was no need to avoid anything.
She got out of bed imdiately, glaring angrily at Andrew.
"Tell , what exactly do you an?"
What the hell kind of hostage?
She’s a living being, okay?
Moreover, to Andrew, she was nothing more than a dispensable burden.
Don’t tell her he’s fallen for her, that only happens in novels, right?
"Did you finish your work last night?"
Andrew had every right to wake her up.
Shirley twitched her mouth, filled with black lines.
"Honestly, I was just about to make a successful escape and get ho, then you suddenly showed up to stop , not only that, you treated like a hostage. I’m not even one of your enemy’s people."
What bad luck.
She definitely didn’t check the almanac before leaving that day; she should not have made the escape that day.
Oh crap!
This sucks!
What kind of bad luck has she run into?
"Everything on that ship belongs to ."
Andrew raised an eyebrow; there were things he needed on the ship, but he hadn’t expected to seize a woman.
Yet, this woman was too exceptional.
He’d been pondering for days about how much of this woman’s words were true.
A son with a heart condition?
Joking, this woman looked so young, did she look like the mother of a seven-year-old?
Poor Shirley, if she knew Andrew didn’t believe her words at all, she would wish she could blow this place up.
"I’m not a thing!"
Shirley yelled, she wasn’t a thing, she didn’t belong to him!
Ah oh!
Not a thing?
Pfft—
Seems like she insulted herself.
"You’re not a thing either."
Shirley quickly added a line, then smiled broadly.
Andrew stood there, his mouth twitching, he couldn’t refute that sentence.
"Then we must be a perfect match, neither of us being a thing?"
Shirley: .........
"Get lost!"
Andrew shook his head and rubbed his temples.
"Make so hangover soup."
Hearing that, Shirley finally noticed the sll of wine filling the room.
"You’re drinking again?"
This man, could he ever go a day without drinking?
Since she arrived here, she hadn’t seen him co back sober even once.
"Who cares if I do?"
Suddenly, he bent his 1.9-ter noble stature, leaned over, and whispered in such an ambiguous way?
Because of the wine, his voice carried a nasal tone, a hint of childishness.
"Sorry, I only care about my son at ho."
Shirley kept a broad smile, replied cleverly.
"Boring!"
Every ti the mood was just right, she liked to bring up her son.
"If it’s boring, then go to sleep, no need for hangover soup."
Leaving these words, Shirley headed towards the kitchen first.
"See, you say you won’t make soup for , but your actions are quite honest."
From behind ca Andrew’s teasing voice.
"Sorry, I’m just going to make dinner for myself."
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