Filed to story: I Got Married Without You
Jonny was extremely excited. He was about to put down the binoculars and go catch the person when he saw the owner of those foxy eyes slowly turn her head… In the lens, although she had foxy eyes, her face was not the same as before…
He searched online for Edith’s photos, pulled up a picture, enlarged it, and compared it to the person in the telescope.
The person in the photo had light makeup, while the person in the telescope had heavy makeup, different in appearance but the same person.
Could he have really mistaken her earlier?
He took the telescope again, carefully examined the license plate and clothes, and they were exactly the same as before.
If it was the same person, why did she run away when she saw his car approaching?
Just as he was doubting this, the owner of the car threw something to the security guard and quickly headed towards the mountain road at the same speed as before.
Could this just be a driving habit and not a result of seeing him and speeding away?
After all these actions, Jonny was completely confused…
He raised the telescope again and saw Andrew getting out of the car.
Before the man entered the mansion, he paused for two seconds, then turned his body and coldly glanced across.
When those cold, snow-like eyes appeared in the lens, Jonny’s heart skipped a beat.
As if he had done something wrong to him, he quickly put down the telescope and dared not look any further…
In fact, he did have some improper thoughts…
Andrew withdrew his gaze, with a cold face, and walked into the castle.
Rosalyn was sitting in the living room, contemplating a design sketch. When she saw him coming, she quickly stood up to greet him.
“Honey, why are you back so early today? Isn’t the company busy?”
She reached out to take his jacket off, but he handed it to the maid instead.
Rosalyn’s hand froze in mid-air…
Andrew loosened his tie at the collar of his shirt, revealing a sexy and sharp Adam’s apple.
After he relaxed, he sat down on the soft sofa, crossing his long legs lazily.
Rosalyn thought he would beckon her over as usual, hold her in his lap, and give her a good kiss.
But to her surprise, after Andrew leaned back on the sofa and closed his thick, straight eyelashes, he didn’t even look at her again.
Unable to bear this indifference, Rosalyn stood still for a moment, gathered her courage, and walked over, tugging at his sleeve. “Honey, what’s wrong with you?”
The man didn’t know why he was sulking, so he ignored her.
Rosalyn stared at his handsome face for a while, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.
She had personally stewed chicken soup for him, planning to serve him a bowl when he came home to warm his stomach. But now, she turned off the stove and stopped stewing!
The moment Rosalyn turned around, Andrew opened his eyes and watched her slender figure disappear, instantly regretting it. He quickly got up.
He caught up to her in the kitchen and hugged Rosalyn from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Babe, I’m sorry, I was being irrational. Please don’t be angry.”
Rosalyn didn’t pay attention to him, didn’t push him away, and didn’t ask why he was acting crazy. She just focused on serving the soup into her bowl.
Andrew, completely ignored, knew it was because he had been too cold earlier and upset her. He quickly apologized, “Honey, I know I was wrong, please don’t ignore me.”
Rosalyn still didn’t respond to him. Andrew panicked and quickly took the spoon from her hand, pinning her against the wall to kiss her.
While kissing, he pleaded, “Honey, I got jealous when I saw Jonny hugging you. It made me lose my mind.”
He held her red lips, “I promise I won’t ignore you anymore. Please don’t be mad at me, okay?”
So, he had been giving her the cold shoulder since he got back because he was jealous of Jonny. But this jealousy was completely baseless. It’s not like she intentionally got close to Jonny. Andrew’ temper wasn’t any different from before. When he got angry, he resorted to silent treatment.
He really needed to fix this problem, otherwise every time he got jealous, he would take it out on her. She couldn’t handle it. Realizing this, Rosalyn pushed Andrew away casually, “I’m not mad anymore. Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner.”
Even though she said she wasn’t angry, there was no forgiveness in her face.
Seeing this, Andrew felt helpless and held her tightly, “Honey, I feel like you’re still mad at me.”
Rosalyn raised an eyebrow mockingly, “Why would I dare to be mad at you? You call all the shots in this house. What say do I have?” Andrew could sense the sarcasm, “Honey, I know silent treatment is wrong. I promise I won’t do it again. Please don’t be like this.” Rosalyn pushed him away, “Hmm, whatever Mr. Evans says, goes.”
Andrew realized his attempts to appease her weren’t working and became anxious, “Honey, Mr. Evans is unfamiliar. Please don’t call me that way.”
This kind of Rosalyn reminded him of when they broke up years ago. She would always call him Mr. Evans, completely disregarding his feelings.
Rosalyn turned her head away, ignoring him. Andrew reached out and held her chin, lowering his head to kiss her. This kiss was even more urgent and passionate than usual. Rosalyn, pressed against the kitchen counter, couldn’t resist his kiss. With her sharp nails, she pinched his hand to steady herself as she gradually weakened.
She didn’t respond, letting him kiss her. Andrew felt her indifference and his heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, causing him pain.
He slowly let go of her, feeling a bit weak. He lightly touched her cheek with his high nose bridge, “Honey, tell me, what should I do so you won’t be mad?”
Rosalyn thought about Emelyn’s suggestion and gathered her courage to say, “I’m going to accompany Emelyn to Eva’s nightclub tonight. Do you agree?” Andrew instinctively frowned and said, “No.”
Seeing his disagreement, Rosalyn didn’t say much and turned around to go ladle the chicken soup.
“Frank, the soup is ready. Let the chef cook the dishes…”
Andrew, who still wanted to hug her, quickly withdrew his hand when he saw Frank entering “Oh, Andrew, you’re back.”
After Frank came in and saw Andrew, he quickly greeted him with a smile, but received a chilly glare in return, which confused Frank “You…”
Before he could ask, he saw that straight figure turn and walk towards the door. Frank stared for a while before slowly realizing… “Rosalyn, did you guys have a fight?”
After pouring all the soup into bowls, Rosalyn put down the spoon and went to wash her hands at the sink, looking back at Frank “He’s starting to give me the cold shoulder again. I need to find a way to deal with him.”
“So that’s what’s going on Frank suddenly understood and fully supported Rosalyn, saying, “He needs to be taught a lesson.”
Rosalyn smiled knowingly, “His stomach isn’t great, don’t forget to have him drink more soup.”
Seeing how much she cared for Andrew, Frank joined in the laughter, “Don’t worry, even if he throws a tantrum later, I’ll make sure to feed him a bowl first.”
In the kitchen, there was laughter and joy, but the man in the living room was restless When he was feeling annoyed, he saw Grace with her hair in a bun, holding a bag of potato chips, bouncing down the stairs.
