CHAPTER 519

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.

After receiving the cold answer, Bridger pursed his lips, thinking, fine. It’s my fault. It’s none of my

business. I don’t have to care about her. This woman is hard to handle!

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

Taking 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 at her, Shirley left.

Mallory and Bridger were left 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, better than our family’s. Where are

the coffee beans from?”

“I don’t know,” Mallory said coldly.

Mallory didn’t come to the company that often. Every time she came, she needed to handle the business for Paisley. Mallory was always in a hurry and never had the mood to taste the coffee.

Paisley liked coffee. Mallory preferred Americano, which tasted slightly bitter but had a sweet

aftertaste.

Sometimes, Mallory would let her imagination run wild. Her life was like bitter Americano. But the Americano would have a sweet aftertaste. She wondered if her life would get better someday. It

was whimsical!

Bridger did not dare to open his mouth again. He could sense that the young lady in front of him

was not in a good mood.

He sat on 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 if she did it, Bridger.

would have a chance to escape.

Bridger 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 my life.

If I pour out the 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 with it.

Seeing that Bridger was further away from her, Mallory became more upset. “Do you hate me so

much?” she asked coldly.

“Eh? Ah… Being suddenly questioned, Bridger was shocked and quickly shook his head. “No! Why

would I hate you? I like you too much. Why did you ask that? I was just worried about your health,

so I came to see you. Are you… very uncomfortable after being injured? That’s why you said that, right? You… you… you…”

Bridger suddenly stuttered. He watched as that terrifying woman strode toward him.

He thought, she… she’s not going to hit me, right? How did I offend her? Why is she coming at me?

“I… I suddenly remembered that I got something else to do!” Bridger pretended to accidentally

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

“Ah!”

Mallory was caught off guard.

She was not as agile as Paisley. Although she had managed to learn some self-defense skills, she was still far from being as good as her sister. Therefore, when Mallory went out, she usually had bodyguards protecting her in the dark. However, Paisley was famous for her martial skills. In the beginning, someone would come to challenge her. Later on, seldom people dared to bother her.

Even though Mallory dodged, her clothes were still stained. When Bridger heard her scream, he subconsciously stopped and looked back. Just like that, he was caught by her.

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Bridger’s forehead was sweating. He looked at the stain on her clothes, thinking, I did not run away and even dirtied her clothes. She must be very angry. Will she break my hands and feet?

As Bridger thought of that, he became even more nervous. He stared at Mallory in front of him with wide eyes. For some reason, his gaze fell on her lips.

When people were nervous in critical danger, they often activated their instinct to protect themselves. Bridger suddenly remembered that whenever they kissed, the woman in front of him.

would become tender.

He didn’t have time to think about it as he directly put his lips on her red lips.

Mallory’s mind went blank.

She originally wanted to be closer to Bridger, but he suddenly stood up and ran away. He even poured coffee on her. Although she didn’t get hurt, her clothes got dirty. She was mad. Before she could open her mouth to question him, he took advantage of her.

Bridger found her soft lips accurately. The feeling seemed to be better than before. It felt like this

was the first time he kissed her.

Bridger did not know why, but every time he kissed her, the feeling seemed to be different. The first

time, she was like a little sheep, gentle, lovely, and docile. He liked kissing her at that time. It was

wonderful.

But a few times later, especially when she was at home, she was unusually passionate, active, and fierce. It was very thrilling.

Sometimes, she was gentle, but sometimes, she got so wild.

Bridger could not tell which kind of feeling he liked more, but after experiencing her fierceness, this kind of gentleness was simply too good!

The most important thing was that her entire body had softened and that she was nestled in his arms as if she were his obedient and docile little sheep again.