the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 1193: Can’t Stay Away, Missed You

Leah was caught on the spot and was sowhat dumbfounded.

Richard Shaw had already gotten out of the car, unhurried and without a hint of embarrassnt, as he hugged Leah in front of Griffith Squire and wrapped her coat tighter, saying gently, "Go back and continue sleeping. You probably didn’t sleep well last night."

Leah felt a bit stiff, waved at Richard Shaw, and then quickly glanced at Griffith Squire, smiling, "Brother, you’re up so early too. I’m going back to nap."

After Leah finished speaking, she ran towards the house. As she passed Griffith Squire, she heard a sneer, and her face instantly showed a sense of resignation.

Griffith Squire waited until she entered the house before walking over to Richard Shaw.

The man had a cold and threatening look, walked over, and swung a punch. Richard Shaw, who had gone through years of special training and life-and-death situations, dodged without a second thought. The two exchanged over ten moves in an instant, both suffering equally.

"Enough." Richard Shaw took a punch to the face without dodging, and said coldly.

Griffith Squire wiped the wound on the corner of his mouth and said expressionlessly, "Did Major General Shaw co alone? Killing soone and disposing of the body on my turf and then pinning it on a scapegoat is not hard."

"You can’t take my life. My people are on the outskirts. The power of the Southern Military District, you should be clearer about it than anyone. Moreover, most of Mr. Squire’s subordinates are officially enlisted soldiers now and no longer under your command, right?" Richard Shaw said coldly.

Griffith Squire imdiately felt the last punch was too light.

"Get lost. I’ll use the laws you rely on to survive to punish you. Get as far away as possible and don’t co looking for Leah again," Griffith Squire sneered. "Back then, your Shaw Family knew her identity and still deceived her into marriage. Now you’re taking advantage of Leah’s amnesia to deceive her feelings. I’ve never seen such shaless people as you."

Richard Shaw’s face turned sowhat unsightly, his fingers clenching tightly, as he said coldly, "Matters of the heart have nothing to do with status or position."

"Pfft, are you even qualified to talk about emotions in front of ?" Griffith Squire sneered coldly, "Once Leah recovers her mory, she’ll co after you first."

Griffith Squire finished speaking and went back ho to find the first aid kit without looking back. Fighting at such an early hour was truly a killer.

Richard Shaw watched him enter Squire Manor, which then shut its doors, silencing all noise. Only then did he get into his car with a grim face, instructing soone to pick him up and take him back to the Imperial City.

The man leaned back in the seat, feeling as if his ribs were about to be broken by Griffith Squire. Truly, for soone who lives on the edge, his strikes are both vicious and fierce. Yet, the physical pain couldn’t surpass the inner fear.

Griffith Squire was right; between the Shaw and Cox Families, it was indeed the Shaw Family that wronged the Cox Family. When Leah regains her mory, will she break off with him? This thought stabbed into the man’s heart like an icy blade, suffocating him.

Leah changed her clothes and freshened up in her room. She couldn’t sleep, so she went downstairs to have breakfast and saw Griffith Squire tending to his wounds with a dical kit in the living room.

"Did you two fight?" Leah furrowed her brow, walked over, took the antiseptic from Griffith Squire’s hand, and skillfully used a cotton swab to clean his wounds.

Griffith Squire let out a cold snort without expression and said, "What did you promise before?"

"I didn’t marry him, just dating like keeping a gigolo," Leah pressed a bit harder. Seeing Griffith Squire grimacing, she squinted her eyes and mumbled, "Did you beat him so badly that he can’t be seen?"

"Of course, that bastard Richard Shaw can’t be my match," Griffith Squire sneered, but his mouth split open painfully, and he suddenly cursed internally. Not to ntion, Richard Shaw takes a beating better than Ignatius Leclair. He beat Ignatius Leclair with his eyes closed, but with this kid, he suffered so hidden losses.

"Aren’t you two childish, fighting first thing in the morning?" Leah said angrily, seeing the bruises on his face and chest. If Griffith Squire was beaten like this, who knows what shape that wooden Shaw is in, but that straightforward guy certainly let Griffith off lightly.

"Leah Squire, I haven’t reprimanded you yet, and you’re scolding ?" Griffith Squire saw her getting rougher, the pain making him jump. This rascal, siding with Richard Shaw to ss with him.

Leah rolled her eyes at him, threw the dicine aside, and went to check if breakfast was ready. He was still thinking of reprimanding her?

Leah guessed Richard Shaw’s approximate ti of returning to the Imperial City and sent a video invite around noon, asking him to show her his injuries.

Richard Shaw was evidently ho, wearing casual clothes, handling so paperwork in his study. With the year’s end approaching, most departnts were on break, and the man had nothing to do but work overti at ho.

Richard Shaw’s voice was even deeper and hoarser than usual, and he had the cara at a weird angle, "It’s nothing serious, you don’t need to see it. It’ll heal in a few days."

"Turn your face around," Leah fud as if wanting to hamr his head open. When the man adjusted the angle, his handso, stern face was bruised in a large patch, clearly indicating he hadn’t pulled any punches. Leah gasped, her eyes moist as she asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn’t." The man said in a low voice, his lips hinting at a smile. The bruises on his body were worse. When he got back, he specifically avoided the old lady, or there would have been an uproar.

"Why on earth did you fight?" Leah said anxiously and angrily, "You dare to hit my brother?"

The heavily injured Major General Shaw felt a bit upset, saying sullenly, "If I didn’t fight back, your brother would have beaten to death."

"You deserve it, running to the South not sleeping in the middle of the night. If you didn’t co, would there be a fight?" Leah squinted her eyes and coldly snorted, "You can’t fight without coming, can you?"

"I missed you. I had to co." The man’s tea-colored eyes stared intently at her, his voice deep and hoarse, his expression carrying a hint of embarrassnt.

Leah was caught off guard by the confession, blinked a bit, then curved her peach blossom eyes, laughing, "Wooden Shaw, you’ve seen the light?"

Major General Shaw’s handso and stern face showed a trace of helplessness. He quietly looked at her without speaking, his eyes filled with unabashed deep affection.

Even through the phone screen, Leah felt his gaze burning, making her phone feel like it was going to catch fire. She quickly hung up the call, sat dumbfounded for a mont, then burst out laughing.

Idiot.

The incident of Richard Shaw going to the South and fighting with Griffith Squire was seen as a disgrace by both parties, so they tacitly agreed not to ntion it.

Soon spring arrived in March, and Griffith Squire sneakily went to Brocade City. Leah couldn’t be bothered to care what he went for; the next day, she eagerly packed her bags, ready to return to the Imperial City to give Wooden Shaw a scare. Before leaving, she went to visit Delphine.

Delphine was returning to France to apply for graduation and needed to return to the Imperial City to get so docunts. Leah asked what docunts and got Cassius Turner’s phone number before quietly heading to the Imperial City.