Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 1240: Chapter 1239: Alan Morgan, Don’t Go

Thinking of this, Alan Morgan slammed the desk fiercely.

Bang!

The back of his hand was bloodied and mangled.

"Mr. Morgan!"

The person who came in saw Alan Morgan’s actions and, shocked, walked a few steps forward to stand in front of him.

"Where is Shirley Grant now?"

"At the Royal Bay Villa."

Royal Bay Villa was supposed to be their starting point toward happiness.

As soon as these words fell, Alan Morgan had already disappeared from sight.

Royal Bay Villa!

Shirley Grant is at Royal Bay Villa!

Why would she go there? That place is no longer her home!

She actually doesn’t have the key to that place; she already sold it!

Screech—

The sound of the car brakes echoed throughout Royal Bay Villa; this high-end villa complex had never been disturbed by such noise.

Shirley Grant opened her eyes drowsily, as if she saw someone walking toward her.

Is it the owner of the villa?

She hesitated; sitting at someone else’s doorstep surely appeared quite improper.

Thinking of this, she struggled to get up.

Alan Morgan saw her swaying and immediately ran over, lifting her up around the waist.

"Are you putting on a sympathy act? Do you think, by looking like this, I will go soft on you?"

Alan Morgan yelled uncontrollably as he saw her pale face.

And she’s just moping here, without taking proper care of herself!

Even if you feel bad, even if you’re sad, at least find a hotel, at least go somewhere warm.

Shirley Grant!

You’re itching for trouble!

Why are you torturing yourself like this?

"I’m sorry."

Shirley Grant murmured in a daze, thinking the villa owner was angry.

Furious, Alan Morgan reached out to open the grand gate of the villa, then carried her inside and proceeded slowly upstairs.

The master bedroom still exuded a festive atmosphere; Alan Morgan gently placed her on the big red bed.

"Shirley Grant, have you eaten?"

She went out to attend an auction tonight but left midway.

So surely she hasn’t eaten.

Shirley Grant opened her eyes to look at the man in front of her, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

"Alan Morgan?"

She could hardly believe her eyes—how could she be seeing Alan Morgan?

Looking around, wasn’t this their marital chamber?

Haha.

She seemed to be dreaming; she had already sold this villa.

She hadn’t even protected the only thing Alan Morgan gave her.

"Yes, it’s me, it’s me, I’m here."

Alan Morgan squatted down, reaching out to grip her hand tightly.

"You’re not Alan Morgan, Alan Morgan left."

Alan Morgan left.

He left without turning back, without saying a word, without leaving anything.

She was the one who made him angry.

"It’s my fault, it’s my fault, I came back, I didn’t leave, I came back."

Alan Morgan held her hand tightly, seeing her like this, his heart wrenched with pain.

"Let me make you something to eat, alright?"

Saying this, Alan Morgan turned and was about to head downstairs.

"Don’t leave!"

Shirley Grant immediately sat up from the bed, reaching out to grab his arm.

"Alan Morgan, don’t leave!"

Seeing her sit up, Alan Morgan immediately rushed back, quickly turning around.

"Okay, okay, I won’t leave, I won’t leave."

He turned back, sitting next to her, holding her tightly in his arms.

Shirley Grant, whose tears had just stopped, suddenly wept again, on the verge of breaking down.

"Sob sob sob sob sob..."

She clutched his arm tightly, afraid that if she let go, the person before her would vanish forever.

"You won’t leave."

Alan Morgan sighed as he lowered his head, reaching out to wipe away her tears.

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