CHAPTER 1218 TO SHIRLEY'S PLACE

Leaving the private room and going downstairs, Wade then paid the bill, and they left the restaurant together. After that, he grabbed the flowers from the car and handed them to Shirley. With a bright smile, he said, "Shall I pick you up this afternoon?" Content © copyrighted by .

"I-I have to work overtime tonight. There are still a lot of things at the company that needs to be done," Shirley declined politely.

Although Wade didn't say anything, she could feel his intense and almost fanatical affection in his eyes. It felt necessary for her to pick a time to make it clear to him that she didn't like him.

"Alright, let's keep in touch," he said to Monica with a smile and waved to Skyler. "Young Master Skyler, goodbye."

Monica waved to them, too, before climbing into the car, and only then did they leave.

The car steered onto the road, merged into the traffic, and disappeared. After seeing this, Shirley turned to Skyler and asked, "Did Ron ask you to contact me? What's the matter?"

Looking at Shirley holding a bouquet in her arms, Skyler found it particularly annoying and, with a disdainful glance, pointed to the scorching sun above. "Are you sure you want to talk under the scorching sun?"

"Then, where should we go?" Feeling a little warm, she held the flowers with one hand and raised her other hand to shade her forehead, blocking the blazing sun.

"To your place," he said.

"My place?" Instinctively, she took a step back and shook her head, repeating, "No."

"Do you want to show up at work with a bouquet to show off?" Skyler interrupted, sensing the wariness that appeared on her face naturally. His heart sank as he felt a lump stuck in his throat, which was difficult to swallow. Taking a few steps and coming to a stop in front of her, he lowered his gaze at her from his height. "Am I a wolf? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Quietly, Shirley thought, You're more terrifying than a wolf. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "No." Despite what she said, she nodded, revealing her actual thoughts truthfully.

The cold, biting wind blew, and Shirley shivered, biting her red lips tightly without making a sound. Just then, a cab passed by, and Skyler waved to stop the cab. Then, he pulled her into the car and headed straight to her apartment.

Half an hour later, they stood in Shirley's living room. Although it was Shirley's home, a sense of familiarity hit Skyler after he entered, and he relaxed, walking over to the couch with ease and crossing his legs after he plopped himself onto the couch.

On the other hand, Shirley stood in the living room, holding the flowers Wade had given her, feeling lost and confused, with a blank expression on her face.

"Why are you standing? Sit down." Lazily, he leaned back on the sofa and ordered Shirley, acting as though he was the host.

"Okay." Placing the flowers on the table, she then took off her bag and placed it on the couch before obediently sitting on the couch with her knees together and her hands resting on top of them. She

looked at Skyler, and they stared at each other.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Suddenly, she jumped up. "This is my home. Why do I need your permission to do anything? Seriously!" Turning around, she stomped her foot and went to the kitchen in a huff.

Stunned by her outburst, Skyler thought that she might storm into the kitchen and grab a knife, but instead, he saw her taking a kettle and filling it with water to boil. Seeing this, he felt the anger within him gradually dissipating, and his mood improved.

Leaning back on the couch, he looked around Shirley's home. Everything was exactly the same as when he moved in.