After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 438 Unfortunately, she doesn't care about him anymore

For as long as she had known Micah, he had always been incredibly noble, cold and arrogant at any

time when she saw him.

She had never seen him drenched, even his short hair looked like he just got out of the shower.

She stared at him in shock, "How do you ..."

Micah's lips were pale and he smiled gently.

The smile was very slight.

But it was like the melting of ice and snow formed in winter, and the warm sun after storms.

Abigail's heart abruptly missed a beat, and her eyes quietly reddened uncontrollably.

He just ... actually smiled at her?

This had been the most extravagant thing she had ever wished for.

Unfortunately, now, she didn't care.

She lowered her eyes and stopped looking at Micah, hiding the sudden surge of bitter emotions.

Micah's smile faded and he returned to his cold eyes as usual.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit embarrassed, Katelyn cheerfully explained, "Abigail, Mr. Micah

came to Frayton on a business trip. There was a small accident on the way. His cell phone and wallet

were lost. Last night it rained all night. He had to stay at our home for a few days.

"Oh." Abigail sounded cold.

She didn't expect him to have gone through so much yesterday, but it was a lot of suffering.

Unfortunately, he didn't come to this city for her. He deserved so.

After being stunned, she looked up again and asked, "It's not up to me to decide whether Mr. Micah

lives in our house or not. It's up to you and dad to decide, so why tell me about this?"

She put down her fork, got up and went upstairs to her room.

Jamie said something to lighten the atmosphere, "Abigail has always been like this. Mr. Micah, please

don't bother with her. You must not have rest last night. You can go to the guest room to have a rest

and take a shower. I will let servants buy a few sets of clothes of your size. Later, I'll send them up to

you."

Micah looked down and looked at his wet body. He really should take a shower first.

"With pleasure."

Both Jamie and Katelyn were smiling, and hurriedly asked a servant to invite him to the guest room.

Soon, the small bathroom in the guest room rang with the sound of clattering water.

Jamie and Katelyn looked at each other and began to go about their business.

Ten minutes later, Katelyn knocked on Abigail's door with the set of clothes she had picked out for

Micah.

Abigail was doing her makeup and was going out for lunch later.

"Come in."

Katelyn opened the door and put the sets of clothes in her hands in front of her dresser, "Mr. Micah is

taking a shower. Can you put on your makeup later, and deliver these clothes to him first?"

Abigail turned her head and stared at her mother inexplicably, "There are so many servants at home.

Why do I have to deliver them? Mom, did you do that on purpose?"

"Hmm ..."

Katelyn mumbled, not explaining. Then she pushed the clothes towards Abigail again, "Do as you're

told. Mr. Micah should be almost done washing."

Abigail was in shock and her eyes widened, "Mom, do you want me to deliver clothes to him in the

bathroom? What if I accidentally see him naked?"

Katelyn smiled, "Then you can back out of your engagement to the son of Weaver family. Make you be

responsible to Mr. Micah, ah no! Let Mr. Micah be responsible for you!"

She was speechless for a moment and stared at her mother in depression, "Mom, what do you take me

for? What will Micah think of me? It's going to make him hate me more."

"It won't be. Just pass him the clothes. Do as you're told."

Katelyn told her again and again, giving her the order, "Hurry up. You must do this. Our servants are

busy. Only you have time."

This time, without waiting for her to say anything, Katelyn just turned around and left the room.

Abigail stared at herself in the mirror and scratched her hair in depression.

How did Micah end up in Frayton on a business trip!?

When she had decided not to contact him any more, he came here and proved his existence. It was so

annoying!

She sighed three times in frustration and finally had no choice but to pick up the clothes on the table

and send them to Micah in the guest room.

The door to the guest room was left open and the sound of water had stopped for a long time.

Occasionally there was a very light ticking sound. Obviously he had done washing.

She took a deep breath and kept in mind the attitude of being a stranger. After knocking on the door

perfunctorily, she went into the guest room.

"Mr. Micah, my mom asked me to bring you clothes."

She put the clothes at the end of the bed, and as soon as she raised her eyes, she saw his cold eyes.

He just took the shower. And he was taking a towel to dry his short hair, looking fresh and ascetic. His

waist was wrapped in a pure white bath towel.

His upper body looked good.

His complexion was very fair but his abs were sleek.

Abigail looked at him, immediately withdrew her gaze and turned to leave.

Micah clutched her wrist and asked, "Why are you here to deliver the clothes?"

Instantly, she felt disappointed and did not turn around, but coldly replied, "It seems you don't want it to

be me. Well, if my mother didn't force me, I'm not willing to be here. I'm leaving now. Won't bother you."

"That's not what I meant." Micah explained with his usual magnetic and icy voice.

Abigail tried to force her way out of his grasp to leave.

But Micah, who was much stronger, pulled her back.

She couldn't stand the force and her whole body fell towards him, touching his firm pectoral muscles.

The two were speechless for a moment. While the tips of their ears were red, the atmosphere was a bit

awkward.

After struggling for a long time, Micah got up the courage to say, "Miss Abigail, actually this time I ..."

Abigail didn't want to hear it, broke his hand, turned around and ran out of the room with her face

covered.

Micah looked at her fleeing back. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. He thought about it and did not

go after.

It was a bit strange to be wrapped in a bath towel and chase around the Matthews House.

He locked the door to his room and changed into clean clothes.

By the time he emerged from the room again, Abigail had put on her makeup and made her way

downstairs, being ready to go out.

He watched her figure as it disappeared in front of the Matthews House.

After averting his eyes, he looked at Katelyn down the hall, who was eating fruit on the couch, "Where

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"She's dressed up. Of course it's a date." Katelyn smiled kindly.

Micah, however, tightened his brows, "With whom?"

Katelyn covered her mouth to hide her laughter and was amused, "Who else could it be? Abigail's

fiancé, of course."

"Where is the dating place?"

"It seems to be ... going to the Jana Grand Hotel over on East Street for lunch." Katelyn replied

carelessly.

Micah's face grew grave. He quickly walked down the stairs and stood in front of her, "Mrs. Katelyn,

please lend me some money."

Katelyn was about to eat a cherry but stopped.

Thinking of Micah's experience before when he came over, she asked very reasonably, "How much do

you want? I can't get hundreds of millions of dollars for now. A hundred thousand or a million should be

no problem."

Micah thought for a moment, "Twenty is enough."

Katelyn didn't figure it out and said thoughtfully, "Do you mean twenty thousand?"

She immediately opened her handbag and was ready to find a bank card with a similar deposit.

Micah coldly continued to add, "No, it's twenty dollars, for a round trip cab fare."

"Huh?"

Katelyn grimaced with uneven eyebrows and was stunned to look up at him.