Sweet Revenge

Chapter 519 The Docile Little Sheep

Mallory did not move. She stood where she was and looked at him with her dark eyes. It was unknown what she was thinking.

Seeing Mallory’s weird behavior, Bridger did not dare to move. He took a few steps forward before he stood still. He did not dare to get too close, afraid that Mallory would suddenly attack him again. He could not bear another attack.

Bridger checked Mallory’s face. She looked much better after putting on makeup. She was not as pale as before. She seemed to have recovered a lot.

“Paisley, are you alright? Are you getting any better?” Bridger asked carefully, showing his concern. He thought that she should not be angry about that.

However, he was wrong!

While looking at Bridger, Mallory had racing heartbeats. She had not seen him for many days. Since Paisley moved to the Palmer’s house a few days ago, Mallory had not had the chance to see Bridger. She missed him so much.

She had never missed a person so much. Even if she had left her parents for a long time, she had

never felt such longing.

Mallory missed Bridger so much that she even wanted to jump into his arms right now.

However, she remembered her identity and could not do anything. Now she was “Paisley”. She should be calm, arrogant, and conceited. Therefore, she stood in place and did not speak or move.

Besides, Bridger’s words reminded Mallory that he now thought that she was Paisley. He was

concerned about Paisley.

Seeing that Paisley was injured, Bridger was so concerned that he came here to see her.

The concern in his eyes was for Paisley, not for Mallory. No matter how excited Mallory was and how much she missed Bridger, the person he was thinking about was Paisley, not her. He would

not even know Mallory’s name.

Mallory’s eyes darkened as she said in a low voice, “None of your business!”

Bridger fell silent.

the cold answer, Bridger pursed his lips, thinking, fine. It’s my

don’t have to care about

this time, Shirley brought coffee in and temporarily broke the awkward

signal Shirley to leave them alone. Shirley glanced at her boss. Seeing that “Paisley” did not look at her, Shirley

a cup of coffee, Bridger took a sip and said, “It tastes mellow. Your company’s coffee is really good, better than our family’s. Where

the coffee beans from?”

don’t know,” Mallory

came, she needed to handle the business for Paisley. Mallory was always in a hurry and never

Mallory preferred Americano, which tasted slightly bitter

aftertaste.

run wild. Her life was like bitter Americano. But the Americano would have

was whimsical!

his mouth again. He could sense that the young

in a good

of coffee in his hand in case she would make al move. Since they were so far away, she

have a chance

the direction of the door, thinking, well, it’s not too far away. If she makes

coffee, maybe I can stall her. With that in mind, Bridger looked down at the coffee in his hand and stopped drinking. He just sat there

Bridger was further away from her, Mallory

much?” she asked coldly.

was shocked and quickly shook his head. “No!

hate you? I like you too much. Why did you ask that? I was just worried

you. Are you… very uncomfortable after being

suddenly stuttered. He watched as that terrifying woman

right? How did I offend her? Why is she coming

remembered that I got something else

splashed his coffee forward. He was about to run

“Ah!”

was caught