The first time I saw her, I was surprised to see her. “Lindsey, why did you have time toe over.”


    Lindsey pulled back her thoughts, patted the goose bumps on her body, and teased, “Good sister, there is no need to pretend there are no reporters here.”


    Larissa returned to normal in a second, sitting beside her with style, reaching out and snatching the magazine over with a meaningful smile. “This magazine is owned by Light and Shadow, the content is general.”


    Lindsey shrugged with a smile. “I don’t care about that, it’s useless for her to talk about it, and my jealous husband never liked her anyway.”


    “Look at the sweetness of it, if Mr. Edward heard it, his heart would break into pieces.” Larissaughed out loud. “I wish I could send him a big bottle of 502.”


    Lindsey looked at her speechlessly. “Is it really good for you tough at your own boss like that.”


    Larissaughed again, saying “No, it’s not okay,” but she didn’t stop smiling.


    A few momentster, she gradually stoppedughing and raised her hand to look at her watch and suggested going to afternoon tea.


    Lindsey thought of the depressing atmosphere of the Royal Garden and immediately nodded her head in agreement. It’s a pity that Jesse is not here, otherwise she could go to her to relieve her boredom.


    The coffee shop is not far from Wind Entertainment, the two of them went downstairs, and did not bring a driver, so they walked there.


    This membership store has been doing very good business, and it was clear that Larissaes in often. As soon as the two entered, they were immediately led by a waiter to a window seat in the corner.


    “What would you like for dim sum, I’ve been on a diettely.” Larissa took off her sunsses and frowned andined. “Acting is not a human profession.”


    “Come on, don’t y aggravated with me.” Lindsey snickered and ordered a coffee and a matcha cake.


    Larissa first asked for a cup of coffee, but then couldn’t resist and asked for a fruit sd.


    As they ate and chatted, they didn’t notice that a man was slowly approaching them not far behind them.


    This person is no one else, but a month ago, just after the release of Henson.


    He actually did not know that Lindsey would appear here, but someone deliberately informed him toe. He moved forward a few more steps without moving, and his eyes fell on Lindsey’s face, intentionally or not.


    At that moment, Cai Fan, who was secretly protecting Lindsey, suddenly got up and pounced on her unexpectedly.


    “The knife in Henson’s hand flew out, hitting the ss pir in the hall andnding heavily on the carpet.


    Lindsey did not move, coldly watching Hector lift Henson up on the floor, her eyebrows deeply wrinkled into the Sichuan word.


    If he hadn’t had bad intentions, she would have forgotten that she had made the acquaintance of such a person.


    Larissa’s face was white with fear and her body was shaking. “Lindsey, he seems to be trying to kill you …”


    “Afraid of nothing.” Lindsey suddenly poofed away, in a good mood to tease her. “Dare toe out with me next time.”


    Larissa nodded woodenly, her hands were shaking and she couldn’t even hold the spoon, she was really scared.


    Lindsey shook her head speechlessly, saw Hector escorting Henson out, smiled andforted: “Don’t be afraid, don’t you see I don’t even have to do it, look at your little guts.”


    “Not afraid, not afraid.” Larissa shivered and picked up her coffee, barely taking a sip, her mood gradually calmed down. “I heard that he has been very poor since he got out of prison, howe he has a membership card here.”


    Lindsey smiled, before she worried too much, so she pretended to be indifferent and smiled. “Maybe I just happened to run into them downstairs and got mixed up in them, people were big stars before anyhow.”


    Larissa thought about it, so she didn’t dwell on it, and took another sip of her coffee with her heart pounding.


    Lindsey’s eyes were downcast as she went over her words and had a hunch that Aurora had something to do with it.


    After the afternoon tea, Lindsey immediately asked Hector what Henson had said as soon as she returned to the car.


    Hector’s face was tense, and he hesitated to tell the truth.


    Lindsey pursed her lips in frustration and quickly opened her mind to think of ways to deal with her.


    She is really not open-minded, the brain circuit is strange.


    The previous repeated targeting, she did not move, just do not want to Old Mr. Grant difficult to be a person, she is good not to care at all.


    Bruce had finished his work with Aidan, and Lindsey went with him to the study to tell him what had happened that afternoon.


    “Have you been well?” Bruce sniffed, and was in a hurry. “He didn’t hurt you, did he.”


    Lindseyughed at his nervous look and shook her head gently. “Hector knocked him down before he could get close enough.”


    Bruce was unsure, pulling her around to look around to make sure she was okay before he sighed in relief. “Cary will take care of this, you just wait and see what happens.”


    “How can I do that?” Lindsey strongly disagreed. “I’m the one who gets in trouble every time, so if I don’t fight back, they’ll think I’m a bully.”


    Bruce couldn’t help but chuckle at her exasperated look. “Do what you want, I’ll cover everything for you.”


    “That’s more like it.” Lindseyughed instantly and pulled him over to the desk, bending down to spread out the rice paper. “Write me a love letter. If you can’t write it, you can pole dance.”


    “You really want to write it?” Bruce breathlessly scratched his head. “What standard is considered passable.”


    Lindsey flinched, her eyes covered with slyness. “There is no standard, anyway, if you write it, I think it’s okay, if not, it’s not.”


    Bruce gazed into her eyes with a distrustful expression. “Why do I get the feeling that no matter what I write, you’re going to say no.”


    Lindsey didn’t bother to grind her teeth with him, brought the paperweight and put it on top, pped her hands and stepped aside.


    Seeing that there is really no way to avoid it, Bruce pondered a bit, studied the ink by himself, took a medium-sized pen, a few strokes in the air from the pen.


    Anyway, whatever he wrote, he could not escape the fate of pole dancing, so he wrote a random poem.


    Lindsey waited for her to blow dry the ink, took it into her hands to appreciate it, and shook her head decisively. “No.”


    Bruce put on an I knew it look, suddenly bullying his way up and kissing her on the lips.


    Lindsey made him dizzy, and when she reacted, Bruce had already moved his lips away andughed out loud with a look of interest. “All right yet?”


    “No…” Lindsey had just spat out a word when someone’s soft lips, pressed up again.


    After a long time of lingering, Hector suddenly knocked at the door, asking which side of the dinner was on.


    Bruce raised his hand to look at his watch, and without saying a word, he picked Lindsey up and opened the door all the way out with a smile.


    Passing by Hector, he exined tersely. “We’re going back to the Royal Garden, so you can have dinner by yourselves.”


    Hector looked away, rubbed his nose awkwardly, and nodded in agreement.


    The two of them did not want to meet up with Burton, so they simply held hands and wandered around outside the courtyard.


    It had just rained, and the trees on the hill were swaying in the wind at sunset.


    Bruce was just about to talk when he found a clean ce to sit down, and saw Randying up the hill alone.


    Lindsey also saw Randy, pursed her lips, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, and indicated Bruce to follow her.


    Bruce gently shook his head, while nudging towards the surrounding guards, meaning: it’s not convenient to do anything here.


    Lindsey thought about it, and somewhat reluctantly suppressed the idea of fixing Randy.


    After sitting outside for about half an hour, Old Mr. Grant’s car came up the hill, and the two of them looked at each other and got up to walk back hand in hand.


    Lindsey didn’t eat much and went to her room to read a book after ying chess with Old Mr. Grant, Bruce still came backte.


    The next morning, before dawn, the two were called up by Jack, confused to apany Old Mr. Grant down the hill.


    Bruce did not ask, Lindsey also can not inquire, the two head to head, sleepy eyes leaning together.


    Old Mr. Grant was in good spirits and looked in a very good mood. He nced back at the two people in the back seat, smiling and said: “Look at you two, you went to be a thiefst night?”


    “No way …,” Lindsey said with a jolt, immediately sitting up straight and muttering in a small voice. “Grandpa, where are we going here.”


    “To see an old friend.” Old Mr. Grantughed again. “Let him write your wedding letter.”


    Hearing that he was going to write a marriage letter, Bruce sat up straighter, too, and picked up the conversation in high spirits. “Isn’t Jack helping us with the formalities, why do we need to write a marriage contract.”


    Old Mr. Grant stroked his beard with a smile and exined, “A marriage letter is a marriage letter, formalities are formalities, and a marriage letter is to be recorded in the family tree.”


    Bruce heard him say so, so no longer ask, under the eyes of a smile sunken look at Lindsey. “Write the marriage letter, you will be our old The Grant family, who want to give you a trip, you will clean up who.”


    “The Grant family is not from a bandit background! Old Mr. Grant reprimanded a sentence, face is not half unhappy. “If you can’t stand it, you don’t have to.”N?velDrama.Org content.


    “Lindsey listens to Grandpa.” Lindsey smiled and gave Bruce a nk look. “I don’t want to be a bandit, but I don’t want to be a soft touch either.”


    Old Mr. Grantughed at his words and praised Lindsey’s resourcefulness, causing Bruce tough bitterly.


    The three grandchildren got down from the car and saw Master Roy waiting quietly at the gate with the help of a young sanyasi.


    “Great monk, I have to trouble you again.” Old Mr. Grant arched his hand toward Master Roy and bowed politely.


    “Greetings, Master.” Lindsey and Bruce also luggage in unison, er then followed and entered the temple.


    They went to the meditation room at the back of the hill. After each of them took their seats, Master Roy chatted with Old Mr. Grant for a while and ordered the young sama to fetch the four treasures of literature and the two old wedding letters.


    The master was old and blind, so Old Mr. Grant wrote the marriage letter himself.


    Lindsey and Bruce sat in orderly fashion, waiting for Old Mr. Grant to finish writing, as instructed each to put their handprints.


    The sun rose above the horizon as the marriage book was written. The three grandchildren thanked Master Roy and got into the car to return to the Royal Garden.


    On the way, Old Mr. Grant closed his eyes and rested for a while, then suddenly spoke again: “Your fourth aunt and her family will be backter, and Lindsey needs to have an official status before your father’s funeral.”


    “Let Grandpa arrange it, we don’t have a problem with it.” Bruce held Lindsey’s hand with a doting smile on his face. “I’m sure she is anyway.”


    Old Mr. Grant nodded in satisfaction and his eyes fell on Lindsey. “Lindsey, you can’t put it off this time.”


    “I can’t push it off.” Lindsey couldn’t help butugh. “Grandpa, your tactic of forcing a marriage is too high to be defended against.”