Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

After eating a mouthful of stew, I got up to open the door.

Given how urgently this person was knocking, I thought it was my mom who had come to confront me.

After all, many people had been cursing her out for helping her adopted daughter frame her own child after my public statement.

Mom cared a lot about her reputation. I think she must be on the verge of losing it now, with the whole internet firing away at

her.

Afraid that she would hit me the moment she saw me, I didn’t open the door fully and just left a small crack open.

After Irvin had yanked off the chain lock on my door last time, I immediately had the sturdiest and most expensive one installed. The locksmith told me that no one would be able to break this lock

I prepared for the worst and finally opened the door.

To my surprise, it wasn’t Mom. It was Shaun.

I was stunned for a moment.

Outside the door, Shaun also froze at the sight of the chain lock in my house.

After snapping out of it, I smiled awkwardly and fully opened the door, inviting him in.

“Sorry, I thought it was my mom coming to get back at me.”

Shaun must have seen the situation online and knew why Mom would come after me, as he didn’t ask further questions.

I looked at him and was about to ask why he came so late at night when he said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Emi. I got off the plane and heard about what happened to you. I was so worried that I came right over without informing you in advance.”

Shaun, who had usually looked so elegantly composed and refined, now seemed exhausted and worn out from traveling. It was obvious that he had endured a long journey.

I smiled at him and said, “I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”

He looked at me and seemed like he was about to say something. But he didn’t know what to say; his mind had gone blank.

He stood there, and his mouth opened and closed a few times, but he didn’t say a word in the end. He had come in such a hurry that he didn’t know what he was doing there.

Seeing this usually calm and collected man being so bewildered that he had lost his words, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Have you eaten? I’m having spicy beef stew. Do you want to join me?”

Shaun had saved me so many times. I had always said I would treat him to a meal, but I still hadn’t done that yet. Today would be the perfect chance.

I should treat him to a meal!

Before Shaun even realized it, he was already sitting down.

I contínued to chat with him as if nothing had happened. He soon returned to his senses and his usual composed and rational

self.

Shaun was originally from Ravenbrook, so he was born with a very high spice tolerance. We had similar preferences in food. Like him, I couldn’t eat a meal without spice.

Because I enjoyed myself so much, I even opened two bottles of beer.

After we finished eating, I walked him to the door.

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