Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 505

“Don’t cry,” Finnley said seriously.

“I lost my house key. My parents are still abroad and don’t have time to answer my call.” Mya wondered why she suddenly mentioned that and if she wanted to make him pity her.

Anyway, Finnley was the only one who could take her in at this moment.

“So, you want to stay in my apartment before your parents return?” Finnley asked.

Thinking for a moment, Mya looked up at him. “Or what? I don’t have my ID car, so I cannot check into a hotel. I have to.”

‘Have to?’ Finnley was surprised by how aggrieved she sounded. He was the one who had stayed on the sofa the previous night.

Their gazes met in mid-air. Finnley could tell she was getting much better.

Finnley didn’t want to continue their conversation. “You should sleep now. I’m going to the study for a conference call.”

Mya nodded.

His receding figure made her feel warm and safe. Although they were in the same apartment, Mya never worried he would do anything to her.

She trusted him as he was always a reliable person.

She returned to the bedroom.

After the conference, Finnley left the study and went to the supermarket downstairs.

He bought some ingredients. Usually, people who disliked green onions preferred cilantro more. Therefore, he purchased some cilantro.

He had also used up the noodles in his kitchen. Mya wanted the noodle bowl for breakfast the following day, so he bought some noodles.

In Finnley’s opinion, Mya was just a child. She was young and childish.

Her parents weren’t home. As Mr. Marsh’s friend, Finnley didn’t mind taking care of her.

The supermarket would close pretty late, and he could find everything there.

Linda was shopping in the supermarket as well. She wanted to buy some fruit. The scene she had seen in Finnley’s apartment earlier repeatedly appeared in her mind.

His apartment's interior design and decoration were high-end, so she could tell he was wealthy and had good taste in the living environment.

She couldn’t help wondering who that girl was in his bedroom. That girl sounded indeed young.

Somehow, Linda felt jealous.

She walked forward, browsing the items on the shelves.

Finnley was replying to a message with his left hand while holding the cilantro and noodles with his right one.