Laura was stunned for a moment. "Ah?"
"Let me ask you, what name did you set for Nick Anderson on your phone?"
She pursed her lips. "Why do you ask that?"
"I'm curious if you're only giving a nickname to the man you hate. After all, I'm not very satisfied with the name of the count's third young master."
Laura, she swallowed her saliva. "Why are you …Did you just peek at my phone? "
William Walton did not make a sound but stared at her face.
She pursed her lips and said, "Big rich brother."
William Walton tilted his head and sneered.
"What are you smiling at?"
"This name isn't that much better than mine."
Feeling awkward for a moment, she said, "If you have nothing else to do, then go back earlier. I'm sick now and I can't take care of you."
"You are right, I'm not busy at all. So, I won't plan to go early. After all, you are sick right now, so I have to take care of you."
"I don't need someone to take care of me."
"You don't have to say that!" he said, pointing at the food on the floor in front of the door.
"Are you going to cook?"
"Otherwise, will you starve to death?"
She looked at him with displeasure.
"It sounds like an argument."
"I'm unhappy, can't I be emotional?"
"You can!"
William Walton calmly looked at her: "In any case, since I had a crush on you, you can do whatever you want, and I won't blame you."
She blushed.
Their words were so embarrassing.
How could he remain calm?
He is William Walton, the legendary man in our city, isn't he?
Could it be that the person she knew was a fake William Walton?
Laura Green ignored him, walked over, picked up the food bag, and walked towards the kitchen.
William Walton replied: "There's no need to cook more, I was angered to the point that I was almost full, and I can't eat too much."
Who said that they wouldn't get into trouble with her?
It seemed that he was the kind of person who said one thing then did another.
Going to the kitchen, she simply made some pasta.
She did not have much appetite either.
They sat by the small table and began to eat.
She took two bites, looked at him, tried to say something, but did not speak.
William Walton quickly finished the pasta and looked at her.
"What do you want to say?"
She swallowed the noodles in her mouth.
"How do you know what I'm going to say something?"
"You had a guilty face. I can tell from your expression that you have something to say. Since I've finished eating anyway, just be honest."
"I don't feel guilty at all. I just want to ask you, are you targeting the Anderson family?"
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Mr. Walton!
Romancestory of Mr Walton please control your love She had never expected that she would sleep with her family's enemy. She just had probably the worst day of her life. She was betrayed by her boyfriend and her roommate. After she caught them in the act, s...
