A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Chapter 30

Bryson stared coldly at the fourth floor of the building in front of him.

So...

Simon borrowed his car to pursue Audrey.

He borrowed his car to pursue his woman. He was getting bolder and bolder.

...

In the Square Law Firm.

Audrey pinched her sore nose.

"Simon, stop messing around."

Simon looked at Audrey seriously with one hand holding the flowers and the other holding Audrey's hand.

"I'm serious. I love you. I want you to be my girlfriend."

Audrey was astounded.

So he was serious, not joking.

Audrey withdrew her hand from Simon's with disgust. She took out a tissue and wiped her hand as if she had touched something dirty.

"Since you're serious, then my answer is no!" Audrey looked at Simon with cold eyes. "I don't like you, so I won't agree."

"Why? What do you dislike about me? Tell me, I can change!" Simon had a heartbroken expression.

Audrey was lost for words.

Audrey said resignedly, "Simon, what do you like about me? Tell me, I can change too!"

Simon was rendered speechless.

In the end, Simon was taken out of the firm by Audrey.

Audrey held the roses in one hand and Simon's collar in the other.

"Look at you. You learned nothing but chasing girls in school."

Simon lost his face when being lectured by Audrey in public.

He shook Audrey's hand off his collar with embarrassment.

"Alright, alright. Stop lecturing me. Save me some face."

"Do you have any?"

"No more talk. I'm leaving."

"Wait, take your flowers."

"Just throw them away!" Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Audrey was dumbfounded.

There was no trash can nearby, so Audrey had no choice but to carry the flowers and continue forward.

Just as she reached the roadside, Audrey saw a familiar car parked there. She walked over, opened the car door and got in.

After getting in the car, Audrey placed the flowers between her and Bryson.

"Kolby, you may drive now."

Kolby cautiously looked at Bryson.

Bryson said coldly, "Drive!"

"Yes!"

After the car started, Audrey picked up her phone and read the news. No one spoke in the car.

Audrey felt that the atmosphere in the car was weird. Bryson's expression was a little gloomy, as if he was enraged. Later, Bryson called the company and asked the administration department and planning department to redo the plan with a tone similar to Satan's.

Feeling that something was wrong, Audrey played dumb and continued reading news. She wanted Kolby to stop the car halfway when she saw a trash can so she could dump the flowers. But because of Bryson, she didn't dare to speak.

When she got out of the car, Audrey did not forget to take the roses out.

Butler Everett saw the roses in Audrey's hand and was so shocked that he was slack-jawed.

"Miss, these flowers..."

"Oh, someone sent them to me!" Of course Audrey would not say that it was Simon. This would frighten the butler. Audrey handed the flower to Everett and said, "Butler Everett, please deal with these flowers!"

"Deal with?"

"Yeah, just find a place to dump them."

"Yes!" Seeing that Bryson also got out of the car, Everett bowed to him respectfully with the roses in his embrace, "Mr. Bryson!"

Bryson glanced at the roses. The coldness in his eyes became even stronger. As he passed by, he let out a snort.

What? Everett was confused and didn't know what he had done wrong.

...

After Audrey returned to her room, she had been sorting out the documents. She didn't get downstairs until a servant called her for dinner.

In the restaurant, Kylee and Bryson were already seated.

Seeing Audrey entering, Kylee looked at her affectionately.

"Elliana, have a seat."

Seeing Kylee's happy face, Audrey sat down in confusion.

When she sat down, Kylee said, "Elliana, you are twenty-four years old, right?"

Previously, Bryson told her that Elliana's birth date was only three days away from Audrey's. Audrey was three days older than Elliana.

Why did she suddenly mention her age?

Audrey nodded. "Yes!"

Kylee said kindly, "I heard from butler Everett that you received roses today?"

Audrey instantly became alert.

"Yes."

"How is that boy? How is his family background? How old is he? What is his job?" Kylee asked Audrey a few questions in a row.

Audrey was overwhelmed.

He was your great-grandson!

Somehow, Audrey felt the temperature in the dining hall plummet.

She trembled out of coldness and said, "Grandma, why are you asking this?"

"It's time for you to get married. I'm not an unreasonable woman. Since you have accepted his flowers, I naturally want to know about the boy who can impress my granddaughter."

Audrey didn't know how to reply.

She explained, "Grandma, you misunderstood. We are not compatible. I've rejected him."

"But you accepted his roses..."

"He was rejected and was too embarrassed to take the roses back, so I threw them away. I didn't find a chance to dump them, so I took them back," Audrey explained.

Hearing Audrey's explanation, Kylee was sad.

"I see."

"Yeah, you misunderstood."

After Audrey explained again and again, finally, the coldness in the dining hall that hovered around her suddenly disappeared.

Kylee seemed to have made a decision. "Since you don't like him, I'll start finding a match for you. Bryson, if you know any boys, don't forget to introduce them to your sister."

Audrey was shocked.

Was there going to be a blind date?

Bryson, who had been silent for a long time, whispered, "Grandma, Elliana is new to her career. It's not time for romance."

"Right, right, right!" Audrey nodded, afraid that Kylee would ask her to go to a blind date.

"New? She is twenty-four years old. When I was at your age, your father was like five or six years old. Your mother was pregnant with your sister at eighteen. Your sister gave birth to Simon when she was nineteen, but you two even don't have your lover."

Audrey was astounded.

"It's decided. Bryson, if you don't have any candidate, I'll leave the arrangement to your sister and your brother-in-law."

Hearing Kylee's resolute words, Bryson said, "I'll take care of it!"

"That's more like it." Kylee nodded in satisfaction.

Audrey was speechless.