It Was You novel Chapter 729

Moore stood still like a weathered sculpture, with his back straight and his eyebrows covered with a layer of frost. 'Damn it! Is this woman's brain full of shit?'

This was also his home!

What did she mean that he had interfered with their intimate relationship?

Where was his knife? He must kill her today!

Martin cast a sidelong glance at him and said, "Come here."

Hearing that, Moore tightened his fingers. He wanted to refuse by instinct. After all, the existence of Cassandra was too annoying, but he couldn't refuse Martin's request.

Lowering his eyes, Moore walked over and stopped half a step away from Martin.

Martin said, "You've done a good job in recent days."

In business, Martin had always been very strict. Business was like a battlefield. No matter who he was, he would not show mercy. It was almost impossible to get a word of "good" from him.

At first, a tinge of shock appeared on Moore's face, but then it turned into joy. No matter how cold-blooded and merciless he was outside, he was still a child after all, and he still had some childlike temperament. However, he had been following Martin all these years and learned to be patient and restrained.

Moore's thin lips tightened into a straight line. Although Martin had spoiled him over the years, he looked very strict on the surface. He always punished him more and rewarded less. It was the first time that he had heard such a praise from Martin.

Before Moore could say anything, Cassandra jumped up from the chair and rushed to the side to take the giraffe toy. She put it into Moore's arms and said, "Well, this is a gift from your father and me. Is it particularly cute and lovely?"

Moore was speechless.

He is a man, but she gave him such a sissy... toy?

'Are you out of your mind?

Do I look like someone who will play with this kind of junk toy?'

Two small veins burst out on Moore's forehead, and his face suddenly darkened. He stared at Cassandra, wondering if this woman was too fond of showing herself.!

Noticing the abnormality of Moore, Cassandra muttered in a low voice, "There is a larger giraffe of the same style, and it was Martin's. I think you and your father should each have one. If you don't like it, then you don't have to like it. Why do you pull a long face?"

Her voice was not loud, but Moore had good hearing. He could hear clearly what she said. When he was about to throw the giraffe back to Cassandra, his hand paused in midair.

What did he hear?

Did Martin also have one?

Hearing that, Moore raised his eyes slightly and noticed that there was indeed a larger giraffe on the sofa. The two of them were in the same style.

Moore's heart trembled all of a sudden. His back was tense and his fingers were tightly clenched. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

Hearing this, Cassandra was stunned. Eh, how could Moore say thanks to her?

She must have heard it wrong!

When she was about to speak, her phone suddenly rang. The caller ID was a strange landline number. Nowadays, very few people used a private landline number, and most of them were used by companies and groups.

Cassandra picked up the phone, "Hello."