My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1185

Her lips were soft and cool, causing Cooper to feel a tingling sensation on his neck. In response, he lowered his head to kiss her on the lips.

Cooper only retreated after some time. While pressing his nose against hers, he said with hooded eyes, “We've only gotten out of bed, and you're already seducing me. Do you wish to die?”

Sally then smiled, adjusted his glasses for him, and said, “I was just trying to get some warmth from your lips.”

“You're good at making inferences by analogy, aren't you?” Cooper smiled and sat in the car.

As they were on their way to the airport, Sally told Cooper about the footage Lucian had found.

Cooper knew Sean was most probably following Eurydice's orders. However, the footage wasn't sufficient to prove Sean was involved in Edward's death.

While looking at the road ahead, Cooper uttered flatly, “Josephine doesn't have anyone to back her up now that Edward is dead, right?”

anything to Sean, but if Josephine finds out who killed her father, her next course of action is going to

later, they arrived at the airport and waited for Frank

a sweater and a pair of cargo pants, walked out from the airport with a stern

to Frank by saying, “This is Cooper

hands with Frank

had also come to Jadeborough to look for Patrick. Therefore, Cooper drove him to the

before Patrick's grave and saw the black-and-white photo of the man, who looked identical to himself, smiling

scheduled e-mail from

mother was killed by the mafia, he thought his younger brother had died as well. That was why he never searched for Patrick throughout the past decade. Patrick grew up independently. It was his choice to die for someone

stood in front of the grave for an hour, and Sally and Cooper merely let the

ready to leave the cemetery, Cooper drove him back

staring at him with her big

while, Amanda finally recalled something, and she pointed at Frank excitedly. “I've seen you before! You're Mr. Furdour! Wait... Something's wrong here.” She frowned in confusion and muttered, “Aren't you dead? I even went to

and say, “He's Mr. Furdour, but he's actually

you look so similar to Mr.

an orange. Frank's tense expression softened