Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 90

Araria City in September still has the heat of summer, but Starry's voice is like a stream flowing slowly through the mountains as unhurried, clear and bright, immediately splashing the fire in his heart are down a few points.

Filip looked at Starry in front of him, I can't say what I felt in my heart, but suddenly I felt that Starry, after the divorce, seemed less obnoxious than before.

His reason came back to him, and his dark, sullen face eased, and his original questioning words were swallowed and replaced with, "Do you know who Hamish is?"

"Do I need to know who he is?"

Filip was choked by Starry's words, but his opponent's face was calm and did not mean to choke him.

She really didn't think she needed to know who Hamish was.

If it was the usual Filip, this time would have already turned away.

They are divorced, what does it matter to him if Starry will be played?

Today, however, it was as if his long-future rebellion had arrived, and his behavior was the opposite of what it used to be, "Then I advise you to find out who he is better."

Starry felt some hand tired of carrying that kettle, she changed her handheld, the sunlight is a bit harsh, but slightly raised her head, her eyes were lit up to shine out of tears.

She had to lower her head down again, "But I'm not really interested in knowing."

Filip snorted, "Then I hope you can keep your present composure even when you are cheated."

He shouldn't have come on this trip today.

A sudden gust of wind blew Starry's hat up, and she hurriedly raised her hand to press it down and looked at Filip, "But thank you for making the trip, if there's nothing else, I'll continue watering the flowers."

With the relationship between the two of them now, it would not be appropriate for her to invite him in to sit.

When Filip heard Starry's words, his face, which had just eased up, instantly sank down again.

He gave Starry a cold look, "No thanks."

When he finished, he turned around and went back to the car.

Not long after, Starry heard the sound of a car engine.

Carrying her water bottle, she looked out and could no longer see Filip's car exhaust.

Starry twitched his eyebrows, withdrew his eyes and continued to water the flowers with his head down.

After the middle of September, it seems that autumn is starting to come to Araria City.

But the weather was so nice at noon that Starry moved his easel to the garden to paint.

It was more than five o'clock in the evening before Starry collected the tools and prepared to go back to cooking.

She had just lifted her easel out of the winding path when she saw Hamish standing at the door of the villa ringing the doorbell.

Starry couldn't help but remember Filip's words from last week, and she narrowed her eyebrows a bit and took a few steps forward, "Hamish?"

"President Bradley."

The man took off his baseball cap, revealing those long, narrow, beautiful eyes that were looking at her diffidently.

Hamish had just shot a commercial and his face makeup was still on. The extended eyeliner on his already beautiful eyes looked even more sultry.

Starry averted her eyes at his look, "Something wrong?"

"Wanted to take you to dinner to thank you for helping me take that vase last time."

The easel is a little heavy, Starry put it on the ground, "It's just a small favor, you don't have to take it to heart, I appreciate your feelings. Just finished, you go back to rest."

"Can I come in for a glass of water?"

Hamish pointed to his throat, "It's a little dry."