Skeletons Of The Marital Closet novel Chapter 515

Chapter 515

She raised her head and looked in Peach’s direction to find that the little girl’s head was almost lowered under the table, trembling.

Ugh.

It was normal to be afraid of Shawn.

Gale recalled that when he first met Shawn, she was also terribly scared. One could have nightmares for days after meeting him.

Unexpectedly, she could speak to Shawn in this tone now.

Life was really impermanent, and fate was funny.

Gale understood Peach, so she dropped her aggression so as not to leave a psychological shadow on her.

Gale asked, “Does Mr. Wood have any instructions? If not, please leave as soon as possible, don’t affect me… and everyone’s work.”

“Did I affect your work?”

“Yes.”

Shawn did not argue with her, his deep eyes swept across the jewelry department.” Who is affected by this? Stand up.”

Who would dare to stand?

Who would not value their job?

Entering the Wood Group to work was a golden job that one can only dream of!

Gale was speechless.

Forget it. No one could reason with Shawn.

Gale turned on the computer, decided to ignore Shawn, and concentrated on doing her own work.

What was the point of seeing him standing dryly and alone.

However, Shawn asked, “Gale, what’s wrong with your feet?”

Feet?

Gale looked down and found a long and thin cut.

She had not noticed it as it did not hurt.

“It must have been scratched by the bushes or thorns over there when I went to see

the villa.”

Her cheeks were slightly red, and she dared not look into the eyes of the people next

to her.

After applying the cold medicine, Gale let out a hiss as it stings a little.

Shawn sensed it immediately and asked, “It hurts? Didn’t you insist that you were fine just now?”

“I didn’t feel it just now…”

Shawn said, “It needs to be disinfected, or you will get an infection. I will get

someone to come over in the afternoon and take good care of the garden so that no

thorns on the branches will hurt you again.”

“Oh, I won’t live there, though,” she replied.

Shawn paused before answering, “Is my father–in–law going to live there?”

“Yes. I’ll ask him what he thinks about it tonight.”

Shawn pointed out to her. “Don’t say I bought it, or he won’t want to move. If you want him to stay there comfortably, it’s better to tell a white lie.”