“Liam Gellar,” Farren Austin said indifferently as he maintained his flat position.
Liam Gellar had been here not long ago on Grandpa’s big birthday, only Amelia Bright was still in prison at that time.
“I think I met him once when you married here three years ago.” His tone wasn’t sure, because he wasn’t present at that wedding reception when the guests were there.
The bedroom was surprisingly quiet, so quiet that dropping a pin was clearly audible.
Amelia Bright was holding the edge of the gold wire door, so unstable that her whole body trembled gently.
Sensitive as Farren Austin, sensing something, was about to close the eyes once again open.
His hands slightly hard, propped up half sitting up, in ten meters away from him, Amelia Bright stood there, clenched fists, nails pinched into the flesh also do not know.
Liam Gellar, the name was stamped on her heart like a red-hot branding iron.
“What are you thinking about?” Behind her, came an indifferent and unmistakable voice, not that he didn’t see her look of aggrieved grief and anger.
Amelia Bright snapped back to her senses and turned her head to look at the man whose face had once again darkened, a quick change of face.
“It’s nothing.” She eased her emotions, “Do I have to go to the wedding? I can’t go?”
“Yeah.” Farren Austin indifferently responded, he is really some sleepy, plus the body is not good, one hand to support half of the body will also feel tired, and slowly lie back.
“It’s okay!”
Reason tells her that today she is not Lucy Chambers, is Amelia Bright.
She wants revenge, wants to find out the cause of her parents’ death, wants to get back what should belong to her, can only rely on the Austin family, that is, rely on Farren Austin!
But now she is the Austin family’s youngest grandmother, she is not even qualified to sleep in the master bedroom, no wonder the maids look down on her!
“I can go, but I have a condition.”
Yet there was silence behind her.
Farren Austin wasn’t interested in her words, or maybe he didn’t care.
Amelia Bright felt that she was simply playing to the bull, rather than being more direct with her actions.
“I’ll take that as a yes if you don’t say anything.”
With that, she quickly turned around and left to go back to her small bedroom, rummaged through the closet and found some things, then rolled up her quilt pillow and went back to Farren Austin’s room.
He lay down directly on Farren Austin’s side of the only vacant piece of space vacated.
Farren Austin’s bed was large and spacious, a far cry from the single bed on the side, which was a pain to turn over.
“It’s the big bed!” Amelia Bright let out a comfortable sigh as soon as she got into bed.
Farren Austin’s mind collapsed and his face turned unusually ugly.
He almost gritted his teeth and said, “Amelia Bright, do you have any shame?”
This woman actually does not treat herself as an outsider, lying comfortably by his side!
This is the condition she said?
He really regretted his silence for a second!
“Shame is not a meal! And I say, Young Master Austin, we’re legally married with a license, what’s wrong with living apart? We are supposed to sleep together, what do you have to worry about? It’s not like we can do anything …”
Farren Austin was dumbfounded by her sentence, especially the last sentence, which was simply knocking his bottom line.
After three years in jail, when did his mouth learn to be so sharp?
He really did not want to say another word to this woman, or he would sooner or later die of anger!
Farren Austin’s brow was locked so tightly that he simply rolled over and turned his back on Amelia Bright.
The night is getting late, outside the window is already dark, only vaguely vague moonlight shining in.
The woman lying flat on her back was awake at some point, or hadn’t slept at all, and her eyes were open with a clarity that was unlike anything she had seen before.
Liam Gellar, should I give you a surprise?