Chapter 505


    Chapter 505


    After being off for more than three months, the phone was t. When Griffon was about to charge it,


    Zack came.


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    He put the phone aside, looked up at Zack, who came in with a bunch of things. “Didn’t I give you a few


    tasks?”


    After Zack put a few big bags of things on the desk, he said, “I came back with the items.”


    He looked as if he was waiting for Griffon to praise him, but the smile in Griffon’ eyes suddenly faded


    after seeing the pile of things.


    “Who told you to find them so quickly?!”


    Zack was stunned as they had always been fast and ruthless in doing things!


    Didn’t Griffon know about the rules? Why was heining about him getting the task done quickly?


    With a dark face, Griffon pushed the pile of things in front of him. “Send it back!”


    Zack was shocked, but at the same time, he didn’t understand


    why. “Sir, why?”


    Griffon took a deep breath. The frost that burst out from the


    bottom of his eyes was enough to freeze Zack to death.


    Zack was confused when he met those eyes. He felt that Griffon would cut off his limbs for being


    efficient.


    Zack shuddered and instantly, blood rushed through his body. “Sir, regarding Ms. Palmer’s affairs, I will


    take it slow. Don’t


    worry…”


    Zack finished speaking, raised his hand, and waved at him. “I’ll go first. I wish you happiness.”


    Then, Zack slipped away.


    Griffon stared at the back, his face turned paler.


    With a cold face, he moved his cold gaze to the pile of things.


    Without hesitation, he got up and put all the things into the


    bookcase.


    After he closed the cab door, he turned and went to the


    kitchen. The serv ant inside was shocked when he came in.


    “Sir, why are you here?”


    “Get out.”


    Hearing his cold voice, the se rvant hurriedly left the kitchen. Griffon walked to the cabs, took out a


    cookbook, and flipped through the pages.


    He had never cooked before, and he didn’t know what Taya liked to eat.


    But he remembered that three years ago, when he knew she had a wolf spirit attack and brought her


    back to the vi, he fed her porridge.


    She ate a lot at the time, so she probably liked it.


    Griffon’s bushy eyshes drooped. After carefully reading the recipe of porridge, he threw away the


    recipe in his hand.


    The sun shone through the ss window, reflecting on the tall


    and straight figure, giving off a soft light…


    When Griffon came out of the kitchen, he was carrying the


    porridge he had just made. Under the shocked eyes of the


    serva nts, he went straight to the master bedroom on the


    second floor.


    After Taya came to Washington, she had been busy, and she was exhausted. At this time, she was


    wrapped in a quilt,


    sleeping.


    After Griffon ced the bowl on the ss table, he turned around and walked in front of Taya.


    He bent down slightly, put his hands on both sides of her head, lowered his head, and watched her


    sleep.


    He stared at her face for a while and couldn’t help kissing her swollen lips.


    Since she came back to life, Taya’s sleep had be much lighter, and a slight movement could


    easily wake her up.


    She slowly opened her eyes, to meet a pair of indifferent eyes.


    After seeing what the owner of these eyes was doing, Taya’s expression sank.


    “Griffon…”


    “Hmm…”


    The man’s voice was as cold as a spring but maic. At the


    moment, it was h oar se with desire and dissatisfaction.


    Taya looked at the slender finger on his chest and asked him in a cold voice, “What are you doing?”


    Griffon followed her gaze, nced at his hand, and said


    calmly, “Can’t I do it now that you’re mine?”