Sweet Revenge

Chapter 519 The Docile Little Sheep

Mallory did not move. She stood where she was and looked at him with her dark eyes. It was unknown what she was thinking.

Seeing Mallory’s weird behavior, Bridger did not dare to move. He took a few steps forward before he stood still. He did not dare to get too close, afraid that Mallory would suddenly attack him again. He could not bear another attack.

Bridger checked Mallory’s face. She looked much better after putting on makeup. She was not as pale as before. She seemed to have recovered a lot.

“Paisley, are you alright? Are you getting any better?” Bridger asked carefully, showing his concern. He thought that she should not be angry about that.

However, he was wrong!

While looking at Bridger, Mallory had racing heartbeats. She had not seen him for many days. Since Paisley moved to the Palmer’s house a few days ago, Mallory had not had the chance to see Bridger. She missed him so much.

She had never missed a person so much. Even if she had left her parents for a long time, she had never felt such longing.

Mallory missed Bridger so much that she even wanted to jump into his arms right now.

However, she remembered her identity and could not do anything. Now she was “Paisley”. She should be calm, arrogant, and conceited. Therefore, she stood in place and did not speak or move.

Besides, Bridger’s words reminded Mallory that he now thought that she was Paisley. He was concerned about Paisley.

Seeing that Paisley was injured, Bridger was so concerned that he came here to see her.

The concern in his eyes was for Paisley, not for Mallory. No matter how excited Mallory was and how much she missed Bridger, the person he was thinking about was Paisley, not her. He would

not even know Mallory’s name.

Mallory’s eyes darkened as she said in a low voice, “None of your business!”

Bridger fell silent.

answer, Bridger pursed his lips, thinking, fine. It’s my fault.

to care about her. This woman is hard to

in and

the coffee, Bridger waved his hand to signal Shirley to leave them alone. Shirley glanced at her boss. Seeing that “Paisley” did not look at

room. Holding a cup of coffee, Bridger took a sip and said,

don’t know,”

the company that often. Every time she came, she needed to handle the business for Paisley. Mallory was always in a

liked coffee. Mallory preferred Americano, which tasted slightly bitter but had a

But the Americano would have a sweet aftertaste. She wondered if her life would get better someday. It

again. He could sense that the young lady in

sofa a little further away with a cup of coffee in his hand in case she would make al move. Since they were so

have a chance to

too far away. If she makes a move, I

I can stall her. With that in mind, Bridger looked down at the coffee in his hand and stopped

that Bridger was further away from her, Mallory became more upset. “Do you hate

much?” she asked coldly.

shocked and quickly

too much. Why did you ask that? I was just worried about

after being injured?

suddenly stuttered. He watched as that

not going to hit me, right? How did I offend her? Why is she coming at

remembered that I got something else to do!” Bridger pretended

cup as he splashed his coffee forward. He was about

“Ah!”

was caught off

her sister. Therefore, when Mallory went out, she usually had bodyguards protecting her in the dark. However,

stained. When Bridger heard her scream, he subconsciously