Sylvie turned and quickly ran upstairs to her bedroom.
In the bedroom.
Sylvie sat by the bed. Kieran and Robyn had just walked across the lawn. She didn't know what they were talking about, but they looked happy.
The cool breeze gently blew by, and Robyn's skirt rolled over his black trousers, looking intimate and ambiguous.
Today, he brought a woman home.
What did he mean?
Was that woman his lover?
Sylvie twirled her fingers at her dress with a feeling of anger and misery that didn't let her breath smoothly.
At this moment, the bedroom door swung open and Kieran walked in.
What did he come here for?!
Sylvie looked up at him. "Mr. Kieran, you are back."
Kieran had just seen her on the lawn, but she quickly ran upstairs and hid in her room. Kieran curled his lips. "I brought a guest home today. Robyn, the director of public relations department for our company."
It turned out that she was the public relations director. She heard that the women in this department were all beautiful. They often dealt with men and knew well of men.
"Yes. I saw that."
"What do you think?"
"She's pretty and has a good shape." Sylvie paused, pretending to be relaxed, but her fingers were about to tear her dress. "Why, Mr. Kieran wants Robyn to become a regular lover and a girlfriend?"
Kieran raised his eyebrows, then sighed, "You know I'm not young, but you keep drawing a line with me. Maybe one day when all the matters of the Shaw family are settled, you may leave. I have to have a woman with me, right?"
Sylvie snorted. Couldn't he live without a woman?
"Besides, my grandma is getting old and wants to have a grandchild. I need a woman to give me a son."
Sylvie couldn't argue with that. In order to have a grandchild, his grandmother went to the church every day to pray.
Sylvie was a little unhappy.
Kieran walked over and peered down at her stuffy little head, then he reached over and pinched her face. "What's wrong?"
Sylvie ducked to stop him from pinching her face. "Don't touch me."
"What's the matter?" Kieran chuckled softly, pinching her face through the veil. The face of a girl in her early 20s was so smooth and tender.
It felt very good.
Sylvie tried to knock his big hand off, but Robyn appeared at the door. "Kieran, you..."
The smile on Robyn's face froze when she saw Sylvie.
Sylvie was sitting by the bed, like an angry little girl, while Kieran stood beside her, holding her face in one hand, and the other in his trouser pocket. The attentive look was filled with doting affection, like a man teasing the girl he liked.
Robyn completely froze. In her opinion, Kieran was a powerful man in the business, calm and composed.
Sylvie entered the restaurant and asked Joshua, the housekeeper, "Joshua, what can I do for you?"
Joshua didn't know what Young Master was doing, but he certainly didn't dare ask his Young Mistress to help him, "Young Mistress, there's nothing to do here, or you might have a look at what to do in the living room."
"Alright." Sylvie entered the living room.
Joshua secretly wiped the sweat on his forehead. He knew why Young Master brought a woman back today. If Madam Lowe were here, she would have beaten the grandson to death!
Sylvie entered the living room. The maid had just gone to the back garden to pick some beautiful red roses, and now she knelt on the soft wool carpet and placed the roses in a vase.
Suddenly, someone hit her little head with something.
Sylvie quickly looked back. Kieran was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a newspaper but not reading it. Instead, he hit her with a piece of candy.
This jerk!
Sylvie shot him a nasty look.
Kieran looked at her. Today the girl was dressed in a creamy yellow sleeveless dress and a cardigan looking, delicate and graceful. Now she was kneeling on the carpet, her legs neatly and delicately joined together, revealing her slender and white calves.
She was angry, staring at him with a pair of wet eyes, looking like a small cat and a bit seducing.
Soon Sylvie reached over and picked up the piece of candy from the carpet, smacked it in his handsome face, and gave it back to him.
Joshua, watching the scene, blushed and quickly hid in the kitchen.
Kieran did not hide it, and the piece of candy hit his handsome face and fell. He pressed his thin lips together, glancing at Sylvie, "Little maid, is this your way you treat your master?"
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