Sweet Revenge By Nuit Chapter 501


    Chapter 501 To Make Him Talk


    Looking at his watch, Bridger found it was nine o’clock. He raised his hand and knocked on the


    door.


    Bridger felt a little ufortable as he tugged at the buttons on his cor. For the sake of tonight’s


    date, he dressed up meticulously. However, just as he was about to put on his tie, Litzy, who was


    passing by, nced at him, and said, “It’s sote. Do you want to go out for dinner? Why are you


    dressed so grandly?”


    Litzy was just joking, but her casualment set Bridger straight.


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    Bridger wondered, that’s right. I’m not going out to participate in any grand event. Even if it is a date, I


    will date in my own territory. I’m at home.


    The night lights were on, and Bridger and Paisley would be alone. Since Paisley asked Bridger out, she


    must have thought of what would happen in such an environment. However, she sent him an Invitation.


    Did Paisley mean what Bridger thought indirectly?


    With this in mind, Bridger pulled down the tie that had just been put on. He threw away the suit he had


    spent so much effort choosing and rolled up the sleeves of the shirt. Bridger looked in the mirror and


    unbuttoned the two buttons on his cor. He pulled the cor to the sides, revealing the skin


    underneath. He felt that he was quite sexy.


    Standing in front of the mirror, Bridger looked left and right. Then, he tilted his head and pulled at his


    hair twice. He felt quite satisfied. Bridger revealed a charming smile. Tonight, if things went smoothly,


    he would be able to take down Paisley. Then, Bridger would peacefully get married and take over the


    property owned by the Drew family. Later… Bridger would take away all the wealth of the Palmer family


    and kick out Simon, whom he found annoying.


    It was such a beautiful future! Bridger couldn’t wait to see it!


    After walking out, Bridger chose a bottle of good red wine. Then, he took two cups and a serving. of


    snacks. He put them on the tray and asked the servant to deliver them to the door of Paisley’s room


    upstairs. Then, Bridger took the te and waved his hand to signal the servant to leave.


    Just as the servant was about to leave, Bridger thought for a moment and stopped the servant. Hel


    whispered, “Without my order, no one is allowed toe here to disturb my conversation with


    Paisley. Do you understand?”


    The servant responded and left. Only then did Bridger rx. He cleared his throat in a low voice and


    pulled at his cor again. He was a little nervous.


    Paisley had practiced martial arts for many years, so her hearing was much more sensitive. She had


    noticed the movement at the door. When she heard that it was Bridger, she slightly rxed her


    vignce, but she did not open the door, waiting for Bridger to fall into the trap.


    When the door was knocked, Paisley nced at her watch. It was exactly nine o’clock. Bridger was


    quite good at timing..


    With a smile, Paisley shuffled over with her slippers and opened the door.


    “Darling, I’m here!” With one hand on the door frame, Bridger held the tray with the other hand and


    posed in a posture that he thought was cool. The moment the door opened, he raised his head and


    revealed a smile that he thought was bewitching.


    However, when Bridger saw it clearly, the smile on his face froze. Because after Paisley opened the


    door, she immediately turned around and walked into the room. She did not even look at Bridger or


    stop. Bridger only saw Paisley’s back.


    Bridger was so upset.


    “Paisley…” Bridger chased after her and called out her name. He didn’t even bother to pose as he


    hurriedly chased after her. “Don’t you think I’m very punctual? Did you call me here because you have


    something to tell me? Or … do you have something to do with me?”


    Following Paisley, Bridger hurriedly closed the door and trotted behind her.


    Paisley probably had just taken a shower. She was wearing arge sleeping robe, and the belt around


    her waist was tied up. One could tell her waist was slender.


    Because Paisley practiced martial arts all year round, her exposed calves were not slender. Instead,


    they were muscled and well-proportioned with fair skin. Seeing those, Bridger swallowed.


    Paisley walked to the desk and stopped. She picked up arge towel on the chair, grabbed her hair,


    and wiped it. She found it ufortable when her hair dripped after being washed. However, she


    hated drying her hair, so she only wiped it with a dry towel.


    “Let me help you!” Bridger hurriedly put down the tray in his hand and went forward to help.


    However, Paisley leaned aside and avoided Bridger. She said coldly, “No, thanks.”


    Bridger didn’t get what he wanted. Hearing that Paisley’s voice was so cold, Bridger would like to


    give up.


    However, when Bridger thought about his purpose and future, he endured it and said with a smile,


    “Why are you so cold to me? We will soon be husband and wife! It is too violent to dry your hair like


    this. It will hurt your hair. I will help you dry it.”


    “No need!” As Paisley spoke, she had finished drying her hair. She raised her head, tossed her hair


    behind her head, and shook it.


    Some of the droplets that had not beenpletely wiped off scattered in all directions. Somended


    on Bridger’s face. He raised his head and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. It was so


    fragrant!


    Paisley felt that it was troublesome and a waste of time to take care of her hair, so her hair just reached


    her shoulder, not long.


    Paisley casually adjusted her hair before looking up at Bridger. Seeing him standing there with a


    resentful look on his face, Paisley suddenly realized why she called him over. If she showed such a


    cold attitude, it would be hard to make Bridger talkter.


    Paisley thought for a moment and handed Bridger the towel she had thrown aside. “I don’t like


    hairdryers. Use this to wipe my hair.”


    Seeing that the situation was turning around, Bridger was overjoyed. He quickly took the towel. He


    frowned when he touched it. “This towel is all wet. I’ll change it for


    you.”


    Paisley almost blurted out that there was no need for that. She thought about it and decided to let


    Bridger be. Paisley didn’t say anything and followed him to find a dry towel. Standing behind Paisley,


    Bridger smoothed her hair, wrapped it in therge towel, and wiped it.


    “It’s easy to get sick when your hair is wet. I know that you are busy and have many things to do, but


    you have to take good care of yourself! I will be around. When we get married, you can leave some


    things to me. I can help you share the burden. You are a woman. Don’t work too hard. Some things


    should be done by men!” Bridger said as he helped Paisley dry her hair.


    Paisley smiled coldly. How could she not understand what Bridger meant?


    Paisley was clear about what the purpose of this marriage was. To be exact, Paisley had seen. through


    Bridger. However, Bridger’s family did not know what she wanted. They probably thought. that Paisley


    wanted the property of the Palmer family.


    How childish! Although the Palmer family had arge industry, in Paisley’s eyes, the martial arts


    scripture was the most important.


    Paisley didn’t reply. She closed her eyes and felt afortable feeling on her scalp. She said slowly,


    “Bridger, the Palmer’s house is quite big. Aren’t you afraid of thievesing into such a big house?”