Gluey Love Between Us novel Chapter 2079

Boris still looked domineering when he came back. He stood with arms akimbo and said angrily, "Why did she run faster than a rabbit? I should haven been faster. Could it be that she's a lunatic?"

Giada was lost in thought. She narrowed her beautiful eyes, "Maybe she is put to shame because I asked her to apologize to me in front of everyone in the morning."

"Why does she feel ashamed? She's the one who offended you, and she should apologize." Boris was very mad. He had never seen such a bad woman.

Giada smiled and said, "Calm down. Sit down and eat. The roasted meat has been served. I'll eat first."

Boris immediately turned around and looked around. Fortunately, there were not many people in the restaurant.

"Gia, can't you be more reserved? How can you eat a whole piece of meat like this? Give it to me. I'll cut it for you."

Giada looked at Boris's worried expression and gave him her plate obediently.

Boris cut it into small pieces for her before letting her eat.

"Thank you!" One of the best things about Boris was that he was a warm man.

After leaving Giada's car, Scarlett got on her own car, but she didn't ask her assistant to drive away. Instead, she waited outside.

She dialed her father's number.

"Dad, help me check the owner of a car. I want to know all her information."

"Okay, I'll send you the license plate number later."

She waited for forty minutes before she saw Martin come out and see off an old man.

She was ecstatic. He didn't have dinner with Giada. Just as she was about to get off, she saw Giada and a man coming out.

The smile on Scarlett's face froze in an instant. She was truly naive. Their cars were here. How could they not eat together?

"Gia, are you going back?" Martin's tone was very gentle.

"Yeah. Martin, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow!" Martin nodded blandly.

Martin didn't get on the car until Giada drove away.

Kian asked, "Mr. Talbot, Mr. Perez wants to invite you to a bar tonight. Do you want to go there?"

Marquis Perez could be regarded as his only close friend. His parents placed high hopes on him, and he had to study hard every day.

He didn't have many friends. Although his mother gave birth to another son in the third year after he left, he was still charged with important tasks.

Martin leaned against the chair tiredly with his eyes slightly narrowed. Then he pressed the space between his eyebrows with his fair and slender fingers.

"No, let's go back to the apartment." He bought an apartment near the company and lived alone. He didn't want to go home every day and be lectured by his father.

Only he could experience the hardships of starting a business, but his father always said that he was worthless.

He had been rebellious, so his father had always been harsh and stern to him.

What made him hate his father the most was that he had a mistress. His mother was the movie queen back then, but he didn't cherish her. Martin knew that he had a half-sister.

Next to his portrait was a little girl's portrait. They seemed to be looking at each other with starry eyes. He had asked someone to paint a portrait for Giada.

Looking at the paintings for a while, he felt less lonely in heart. Then he sat on the sofa, poured himself a cup of cold water and took a sip of it. Only then did he calm down a little.

"Phew..." He exhaled with depression. Staying alone in the apartment, he was overwhelmed by loneliness again.

The phone vibrated. He frowned and looked down. He didn't want to care about it, but he immediately grabbed the phone when he saw the caller ID "my girl".

"Martin, this is the pattern I've just designed. I think it's better for the leading actress to wear the dress with the patterns of plum blossom. She'll look elegant in this way. Just now, I asked for my mother's opinion. She said that the dress would be ethereal."

Martin lowered his head slightly, and a smile touched the corners of his mouth.

He looked at the ethereal design draft. It had been modified slightly and looked more graceful.

He typed with his slender fingers and replied to her.

"Gia, I think it's very beautiful!"

"I've sent it to the director just now. He's very satisfied with it. Let's discuss about it if we need to modify the details."

"Okay, but it's late now, so don't work anymore. Go to bed early."

"It's only half past eight. It's still early."

Martin glanced out of the window. It was only half past eight. In summer, the light failed slowly. Just now, he felt that the night was particularly long. But at this time, he was much more hopeful.