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. It’s none of

have to care about her. This

in and

them alone. Shirley glanced at

of coffee, Bridger took a sip and said, “It tastes mellow. Your company’s coffee is really

don’t know,”

company that often. Every time she came, she needed to handle the business for

which tasted

let her imagination run wild. Her life was like bitter Americano. But the Americano would have a sweet aftertaste. She wondered if her life would

not dare to open his mouth again. He could sense that the young lady in front of him was not

sofa a little further away with a cup of coffee in his hand in case she would make al

have a chance

away. If she makes a move, I can stand up and

that in mind, Bridger looked down at the coffee in his hand

further away from her, Mallory became more

much?” she asked coldly.

questioned, Bridger was shocked and quickly shook his head. “No!

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

see you. Are you… very uncomfortable after being injured? That’s why you said that,

suddenly stuttered. He watched as

me, right? How did I offend her? Why

something else to do!” Bridger pretended

splashed his coffee forward. He was

“Ah!”

was caught off

not as agile as Paisley. Although she had managed to learn some self-defense skills, she was still far from being as good as her sister. Therefore, when Mallory went out, she usually had bodyguards protecting her in the dark. However,

Mallory dodged, her clothes were still stained. When Bridger heard her scream, he subconsciously stopped and