Login via

Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 261

‘Miss Xander, I’m begging you, stop talking to me please,’ thought Shaun.

Otherwise, Henry Moore would definitely banish him.

He answered shakily, “Nothing, nothing. I’ve eaten. You guys please continue.”

He turned around and greeted Henry respectfully, “Young Master Moore, if there’s nothing else, I’ll excuse myself.”

Shaun’s face was pale, and his body trembled while he met with the chairman’s frosty glare.

“Get lost,” Henry said in an incredibly icy voice with a dark expression.

Shaun almost tripped on the way out of the room. He scrambled down the stairs and collapsed onto the ground.

Monique was stunned. She turned around to look at Henry, wondering why the man had gotten so angry…

They were just conversing normally as friends. Not only that, the amount of food they ordered was impossible to finish—it was just too wasteful.

Shaun’s ashen-face flashed across her mind. Was he not feeling well?

She stared at him and asked concernedly, “What’s wrong with assistant Stone? Is he sick? He doesn’t seem very well just now.”

Henry narrowed his eyes and shot a sharp glare at her. “Why are you so concerned about him?”

She was more concerned about Shaun than him. Looks like he should banish Shaun to the borderlands after this business trip.

At the stairs below them, Shaun shuddered out of a sudden while he screamed internally.

Monique put another piece of meat into her mouth and replied, “It’s just usual greetings between friends, nothing else.”

Henry’s gaze softened slightly. He glanced at her and said, “He’s fine. Are you done eating?”

Monique looked down at her empty plate and answered, “Almost.”

Others would probably be shocked if they knew that his lover was using a phone like hers. The same goes for the clothes, shoes, and bags he bought her in the morning to make her more presentable and not taint his name.

He was ashamed of her.

Monique scoffed and thought, ‘If you’re ashamed of me, go ahead and find other ladies to be your lover.’

However, she did not say it out loud. He wanted a submissive lover.

There was no need for her to do so and receive a round of insults from him.

It was just two years. She could return him all the insults she endured after those two years.

Monique raised her eyebrows and asked, “Where’s my bag and phone?”

“I’ve confiscated them,” Henry said nonchalantly as if it was the right thing to do.

Reading History

No history.

Comments

The readers' comments on the novel: Wrong Ride, Right Lover