Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again! Chapter 936: Did She Send You to Spy on Me?

Miles Sterling had just walked out of the entrance when the driver Gwen Grant had arranged for him imdiately approached, asking, "Sir, do you need a ride?"

Miles looked at the driver briefly and then said, "Did she send you to spy on ?"

The driver was taken aback and awkwardly replied with a smile, "Sir, you’ve misunderstood. The lady said you’ve been in a bad mood recently and like to go out for a walk, but she’s worried about your foot injury affecting your movent, so she asked to offer help when you go out."

Miles glanced at the driver with disbelief, then leaned on his crutch and walked towards the car.

Seeing this, the driver quickly followed and opened the car door, smiling as he asked, "Where would you like to go, sir?"

"Anywhere."

"Then I’ll take you for a spin around the streets. Just let know if you see sowhere you’d like to stop, and I’ll park, okay?"

Miles did not respond, sitting inside the car and turning his head to look out the window.

The driver didn’t dare say more, simply started the car once seated in the driver’s seat.

The car cruised aimlessly along the roadside, Miles’s gaze fixed outside the window, his eyes gradually losing focus; he was unsure of what he was looking for.

He hoped to inadvertently rember a bit more of sothing.

The car arrived near the art academy, where the streets were lined with shops selling art supplies.

Miles’s empty gaze suddenly focused, looking at a shop by the crossroads, and he said, "Stop the car."

The driver paused montarily but imdiately parked the car gently towards the curb.

Miles swiftly opened the car door and stepped outside, standing at the shop entrance, feeling he had been here before.

The automatic door sensed and opened, and Miles walked into the shop leaning on his crutch.

As soon as the staff saw him, they ca over smiling cheerfully, greeting him, "Mr. Sterling, how long has it been since you’ve co here? How did you injure your leg?"

"You know ?"

The shop assistant was taken aback by the question, hesitantly replying, "...Yes, you used to co in and buy art supplies and puzzles. There are lots of new puzzles recently, would you like to have a look?"

Miles frowned; neither Gwen nor he would do any painting, so why did he frequently co to buy art supplies before?

With this question arising in his mind, Miles couldn’t help but ask, "Did I co alone? Who was I buying for?"

The shop assistant found it peculiar but truthfully responded, "You always ca alone, never said you were buying for anyone... Isn’t it for your own use? Every ti new puzzles co out in the shop you would buy them, we thought you really liked puzzles."

"Puzzles?" Miles turned his head to survey, saying, "Can you show ?"

"Of course, the puzzles are upstairs, please follow , Mr. Sterling."

At this mont, Miles felt a bit excited and thrilled as if he sensed he was closer to his past.

"These few are newly released, you used to really like this landscape the, not sure if you’ll like these."

Looking at the artwork on the packaging, Miles didn’t recall anything, pausing before he said, "Do you still have the ones I bought before?"

The assistant turned to look while responding, "So editions are discontinued and might be unavailable here, but let find what I can."

"Thank you."

Hearing Miles say thank you, the assistant’s actions paused montarily.

After all, the Miles Sterling of the past wasn’t quite this polite.