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 fault.

don’t have to care about her. This woman is hard

brought coffee in and temporarily broke the awkward

the initiative to take the coffee, Bridger waved his hand to signal Shirley to leave them alone. Shirley glanced at her boss. Seeing that “Paisley” did not look

alone in the room. Holding a cup of coffee, Bridger took a sip and said, “It tastes mellow. Your company’s coffee is really good,

the coffee beans from?”

know,” Mallory said

come to the company that often. Every time she came, she needed to handle the business for Paisley.

liked coffee. Mallory preferred Americano, which

aftertaste.

would let her imagination run wild. Her life was like bitter Americano. But the Americano would have a sweet aftertaste.

was whimsical!

He could sense

not in

the sofa a little further away with a cup of coffee in his hand in case she would make al move. Since they were so far away, she probably wouldn’t make a move. Even

have a

looked in the direction of the door, thinking, well, it’s not too far away. If she makes a move, I can stand up and run for

the coffee, maybe I can stall her. With that in mind, Bridger looked down at the coffee in his

further away from her, Mallory became more upset. “Do you hate me

much?” she asked coldly.

Being suddenly questioned, Bridger was shocked and quickly shook his head. “No!

much. Why did you ask that? I was just worried about your

I came to see you. Are you… very uncomfortable after being injured? That’s why

suddenly stuttered. He watched as that terrifying woman strode

right? How did

suddenly remembered that I got something else to do!”

the cup as he splashed his coffee forward. He was about to run

“Ah!”

was caught