Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot
Chapter 1403 - 1402: Was It Not Leon Blackwood Who Made a Move?
Chapter 1403: Chapter 1402: Was It Not Leon Blackwood Who Made a Move?
At that time, he just couldn’t understand why Fiona Sutton was chasing him so insistently, and he just wouldn’t agree.
Moreover, this Tara Jameson doesn’t have any special traits, how did she end up in his heart?
"She and Yancy Hastings are a perfect match."
Fiona Sutton being able to find happiness, seeing the clouds clear away to reveal the moon, is the thing that makes him happiest.
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Owen Lewis’s injuries were quite severe, but luckily he has a good recovery ability.
After just a day or two, his complexion is already better than Annie Davidson’s.
"You don’t need to come over every day."
Owen Lewis looked at Annie Davidson, who was busy on this side, and couldn’t help but speak.
She was so haggard, he couldn’t bear it.
Hearing Owen Lewis’s words, Annie Davidson was taken aback for a moment and stopped what she was doing.
"I also think I don’t need to come over every day."
Annie Davidson spoke with a cold face.
Owen Lewis looked at her in this state, slightly regretting what he had just said.
How foolish was he to say such a thing?
He should know that the things Annie Davidson is doing now are things he desperately wants.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I said it wrong, I wanted to thank you."
Actually, he’s just concerned about Annie Davidson’s health.
Annie Davidson stood there, how could she not understand what Owen Lewis was trying to express?
She was silent for a long time, not saying anything, and continued with what she was doing.
After pouring out the porridge, she cooled it down, then fed Owen Lewis spoon by spoon.
"It’s delicious."
Owen Lewis looked at Annie Davidson.
"I bought it from outside."
Annie Davidson said coldly without any expression on her face.
Owen Lewis smiled slightly, his gaze falling on her left hand holding the bowl, the scars on her fingers, clearly visible.
This was clearly cut by a kitchen knife.
Owen Lewis previously hadn’t thought Annie Davidson would go into the kitchen for him, and even more unexpected was her denial, saying the porridge was bought outside.
Annie Davidson’s words deeply hurt Owen Lewis’s heart.
"Annie Davidson, can we stay rational?"
His weak and pleading voice came through, causing Annie Davidson to pause in her motion of feeding porridge.
Hearing his words, Annie Davidson smiled.
"I’ve always been rational."
Listening to her words, Owen Lewis shook his head.
"You say I don’t love you, how should I prove my heart to you?"
What should he do to really show he likes her?
Many times, he couldn’t understand what Annie Davidson was thinking.
If there’s something, she could just say it, change what’s necessary, scold what’s necessary, why resort to silent treatment?
The silent treatment is bad enough, but then she even wants a divorce.
This is what’s troubling Owen Lewis.
Hearing him say this, Annie Davidson sighed.
"Let’s talk about these things later, focus on healing your injuries first."
After saying this, Annie Davidson placed the remaining porridge directly into Owen Lewis’s hand and turned to leave.
Watching Annie Davidson leave just like that, Owen Lewis shook his head, his face full of helplessness.
After leaving here, Annie Davidson went straight to Maxwell Peary’s office room.
Maxwell Peary was currently investigating many things, and there were computers there.
Annie Davidson directly curled up on the sofa in Maxwell Peary’s office room, tapping away.
"Strange."
Annie Davidson murmured with a frown, then continued to look at these things.
"What’s up?"
Maxwell Peary saw Annie Davidson acting strangely and immediately asked.
"I’ve discovered that the people attacking the Black Market are surprisingly from abroad."
These past few days, Annie Davidson has been fully investigating Owen Lewis’s incident.
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