Her Wicked Ceo (Abigail and Liam)

Chapter 249

He was right.

She couldn't find a reason to refute.

Liam walked out of the elevator with bags of goods in his hands. Abigail followed.

"Which room?" He asked.

She pointed at her room.

"Get it open."

His command made her feel like a nanny of his. Irritated, she said nothing but opened the door.

Liam walked in without any politeness a guest should have.

She bore it in silence.

Then she walked in.

"Where shall I put them?" He asked.

This was the first time he had come to Abigail's house. It was not what he had imagined.

The house where they lived together was not decorated in this style, but a modern style that made him

feel warm and comfortable.

"On the table." She pointed to the table and said.

He obeyed it.

Abigail considered how to get him out of here. She was uncomfortable when they were under the same

roof.

She was about to speak when Liam began to tour the room.

"Do you live alone?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"Simple but nice design." Liam nodded affirmatively as he looked. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

She was amused. "It's just a shabby abode compared with your house."

'A shabby abode?'

'Is she not particular about the living environment?'

He thought it actually mattered a lot to her.

The goods she had bought just now could convince him that she cared about each part of life.

Or else, why didn't she buy some instant noodles?"

Liam did not take her words seriously. He continued his visit.

Abigail stood aside and found that he had no intention of leaving. Ignoring him, she began to sort out

what she had bought in the kitchen.

"Do you often cook?" Liam asked behind her.

Abigail was startled by his voice and looked over at him with a frown. "Mr. Jones, do you want to scare

me to death?"

"You're too preoccupied." He said.

She had no mood to argue with him. After a deep breath, she continued her work.

"You haven't answered my question." He waited for her reply. In fact, her proficiency had told him

everything.

"Yes, I do." She nodded. If she didn't answer, he must keep asking.

"Are you to cook now?"

Before she made an answer, he asked again, "How about spaghetti?"

"Well, though I can..."

"Okay, that's it. I'll eat here today."

She could not hold her temper anymore.

Looking back at him, she said, "Mr. Jones, I didn't invite you for a meal."

He was not affected by her words but looked at her. "Do you mean I am not welcomed here?"

"No, but I didn't invite you to stay here."