Chapter 32
Bryan remained calm.
“I want to test your determination. Moreover, I want to talk about the treatment of my sense of
smell.”
Finley narrowed her eyes and stared at Bryan for a moment. Bryan didn’t change his expression, so Finley said, “I can cure you. 4 million, please. Moreover, I want to go back to college.”
“Deal,” Bryan said without hesitation.
Finley nimbly jumped off the bed. She looked back at the door as something came up to her mind. Then, she said, “I’m afraid I can’t live in the room downstairs anymore. I will move to the room next
to yours.”
After that, Finley left carelessly when Bryan looked at her with shock.
In less than five minutes, Bryan heard a noise outside the door of his bedroom.
Finley said, “Be careful. The stuff in the box is precious. Mr. Turner will be sad if anything bad happens to them.”
Finley strutted in borrowed plumes.
Bryan shook his head helplessly, but a rare smile flashed across his eyes.
He took out his mobile phone and called Harry. “Transfer 5 million to Finley’s bank
Also, about her
busy bossing around the servants to move her stuff into the walk–in closet. There
her phone out and found that she had received five million in her
from the private bank account
had stared at the number in surprise for a long time, confirmed that she didn’t
an additional one million? Out
time on these questions.
Finley felt at ease.
both hands behind her back, Finley looked around the room with
this guestroom, which was completely different
next door.
the soft bed and looked at
happened flashed back to
at kissing. Finley felt it a pity
nothing was perfect
lot of thoughts in her mind, Finley
The sun rose again.
woke up early in the morning and received a message
powerful man in this city. He
for
became messy because of
burnt when he came
out of the
dirty nose, and
Bryan glanced at the plate on the table and had a bad feeling.
He was afraid that the food on the table would be life–threatening.
“What’s wrong?” Finley looked at Bryan with confusion and then turned to the table. “They are eatable though they don’t look good. They must taste good.”
Finley was confident.
Bryan looked at her with doubt. “You want to murder your husband, don’t you?”
“No!” Finley blinked her innocent big eyes. “I can go to school again. To thank you, I made the first breakfast in my life.”
Bryan wore a distasteful expression, so Finley gritted her teeth. “For your sake, I will eat first.” After that, Finley braced herself to pick up one burnt toast and took a bite of it.
“Oh…” In less than three seconds, Finley squatted in front of a trash can and retched. The smell of burning and the excessive salt tortured her taste buds.
Finley felt that she had been to hell and back.
Bryan looked at the back of the poor Finley, shook his head with a smile, and then left.
The servants stood transfixed with shock.
Their boss had smiled! He actually knew how to smile!
Their eyes must have deceived them!
Noticing that Bryan had left, Finley got up, ran after her husband, and took out a bottle of perfume from her pocket.
“Honey, wait!”