The birthday party of Frances was organized by Austin. The guest list for that night was basically confirmed, and the invitations had been sent out, except for one person.
It was hard for Austin to decide whether to invite Starry or not.
He, as an outsider, could tell that Frances liked Starry.
But now that Starry and Filip had divorced, should he send the invitation card to Starry? If he did, he couldn't confirm whether Starry would come or not, so he had to leave the question to Filip.
"Mr. Pearson."
Austin looked at Filip and inexplicably felt guilty.
Filip looked up at him, "Go ahead."
"Do you want to invite Ms. Bradley to old lady's eighty-year-old birthday?"
Filip, thinking of the words of Frances, frowned, "Yes."
Austin nodded, "Okay, I'll have the invitation delivered to Ms. Bradley."
"Wait."
With a cold face, Filip said, "Give me the invitation."
Austin was stunned. "Mr. Pearson, are you going to deliver the invitation to Ms. Bradley in person?"
"What's wrong with that?"
Of course, Austin didn't dare to say no. He not only agreed, but also felt happy.
After all, Filip personally sent the invitation, Ms. Bradley would at least show some respect. If old lady saw Ms. Bradley, she should be happy.
Being Afraid that Filip might go back on his words, Austin put down the invitation and left in a hurry.
Filip took the invitation, but the name of the "invitee" was still empty. With a cold face, he reluctantly wrote down the two words "Miss Starry" with a pen.
Starry stayed in the villa for five or six days without going out. She didn't change her clothes and go out to buy food until all the in the fridge was almost run out of.
It snowed last night, and the dead branches in the yard were covered with snow. Looking at it from the balcony, she found the scene bizarrely artistic.
After a while, Starry turned around and went back to her room.
She stood outside for a while, and her hands were a little cold. She picked up the hot-water bottle on the sofa and slowly walked into the kitchen, wanting to make a meal.
As soon as she put down hot-water bottle, the doorbell rang.
Starry frowned, picked up the hot-water bottle again and went downstairs unhurriedly in cotton slippers.
When Starry saw Filip, she was a little surprised. "Mr. Pearson?"
Mr. Pearson?
Filip's face turned livid at her words. Not long ago, she called him Filip, but now she called him Mr. Pearson.
She distanced herself from him so quickly.
With a straight face, Filip handed the invitation to her, "Grandma will turn eighty years old this week. Come to the party if you have time. She'll be happy to see you."
Starry looked down at the invitation card in her hand, "Oh, thank you."
After saying that, she took the invitation and opened it. When she looked up, she found that Filip was still there. Starry was stunned and asked, "Anything else?"
Hearing this, Filip's face turned even colder.
He personally sent her the invitation card in the snowy day, but she only said "thank you" instead of inviting him to have a cup of tea.
"No."
Filip took a deep breath, turned around and left.
But after two steps, he stopped.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute