Chapter 1334 - 1333: An Unexpected Guest Causes Trouble

Chapter 1334: Chapter 1333: An Unexpected Guest Causes Trouble

Alan Morgan’s mind was in turmoil, and Owen Lewis was right; he was indeed tangled up in this.

Towards Shirley Grant, he was filled with guilt.

But when it came to his brother, he...

Couldn’t bear to hurt him.

"Alan, you like Shirley Grant, and Andrew Davidson also likes Shirley Grant, isn’t that right?"

Owen Lewis was about to lose it, he simply couldn’t believe that he couldn’t sort out Alan’s thoughts today.

"Right."

That didn’t need to be said at all.

"Then tell me, who does Shirley Grant like."

Who does Shirley Grant like?

Alan was startled, instinctively about to say she likes him.

But...

He hesitated.

"Alright, I’ve found the problem. Alan, when I asked you this question, you hesitated, which means one thing, you’re doubting Shirley Grant."

Owen Lewis could only come to this conclusion.

Alan was stunned.

He doubted Shirley Grant?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

How could he doubt Shirley Grant?

Shirley Grant was the only woman he liked. For her, he had broken up with his family, and the two had already registered their marriage.

She was his wife.

He could absolutely not doubt her.

"I don’t doubt Shirley Grant!"

Alan declared decisively, with great certainty.

"Alright, you don’t doubt, then you like Shirley Grant, and Shirley Grant likes you. Andrew Davidson is the third party; he can only leave. If you let Shirley Grant go to Andrew Davidson, all three of you will be in pain."

Of course, it’s not that if he lets Shirley Grant go to Andrew Davidson, she would accept the arrangement.

Moreover, if he really did that, it would be too cruel to Shirley Grant.

Listening to Owen Lewis’s analysis, Alan slowly clenched his fists.

Meaning, he could only let his brother down.

......

Shirley Grant changed her clothes, ate a piece of toast, and then opened the door to head to the Black Market.

She didn’t expect that Alan’s mother was standing at the door.

"Mo... Mom."

Just when she was about to call her aunt, she realized that she and Alan had registered for marriage, so she should change the way she addressed her.

Alan’s mother listened to Shirley Grant’s address, showing no hint of joy on her face.

"Where’s Alan?"

Alan’s mother lifted her foot and walked into the Villa.

Shirley Grant could only follow her back inside the Villa.

"Alan is not home."

"Not home? Where did he go?"

Shirley Grant hesitated for a moment, thinking about how to answer, when Alan’s mother looked at her with a cold face.

"The mother-in-law is here, and you don’t even know to serve a cup of tea?"

"Just a moment."

Shirley Grant immediately turned around and went to the kitchen.

This Villa was slightly smaller than Maxwell Peary’s, more suitable for two people to live in.

So there were no servants here, only hourly workers who came to clean regularly.

When Shirley Grant went to pour tea, she realized there wasn’t any hot water at home.

Last night she returned alone and didn’t boil water, and this morning she didn’t light the stove.

Hesitating, she directly took a bottle of mineral water from the fridge.

Alan’s mother looked at the mineral water placed in front of her, and her face turned even uglier.

"This is how you entertain me? A bottle of mineral water? Isn’t there even tea at home? We old people have delicate stomachs; I haven’t drunk cold water for years. Is this how you take care of this home?"

This kind of person, how could she take good care of her son?

Really, Alan, what do you see in this woman? Coming from a small family, she has neither manners nor elegance.

This sparrow wants to fly up to the branch.