Chapter 505 He Must Dote on Her


    “Don’t cry,” Finnley said seriously.


    “I lost my house key. My parents are still abroad and don’t have time to answer my call.” Mya wondered


    why she suddenly mentioned that and if she wanted to make him pity her.


    Anyway, Finnley was the only one who could take her in at this moment.


    “So, you want to stay in my apartment before your parents return?” Finnley asked.


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    Thinking for a moment, Mya looked up at him. “Or what? I don’t have my ID car, so I cannot check into


    a hotel. I have to.”


    ‘Have to?’ Finnley was surprised by how aggrieved she sounded. He was the one who had stayed on


    the sofa the previous night.


    Their gazes met in mid-air. Finnley could tell she was getting much better.


    Finnley didn’t want to continue their conversation. “You should sleep now. I’m going to the study for a


    conference call.”


    Mya nodded.


    His receding figure made her feel warm and safe. Although they were in the same apartment, Mya


    never worried he would do anything to her.


    She trusted him as he was always a reliable person.


    She returned to the bedroom.


    After the conference, Finnley left the study and went to the supermarket downstairs.


    He bought some ingredients. Usually, people who disliked green onions preferredtro more.


    Therefore, he purchased sometro.


    He had also used up the noodles in his kitchen. Mya wanted the noodle bowl for breakfast the following


    day, so he bought some noodles.


    In Finnley’s opinion, Mya was just a child. She was young and childish.


    Her parents weren’t home. As Mr. Marsh’s friend, Finnley didn’t mind taking care of her.


    The supermarket would close prettyte, and he could find everything there.


    Linda was shopping in the supermarket as well. She wanted to buy some fruit. The scene she had


    seen in Finnley’s apartment earlier repeatedly appeared in her mind.


    His apartment''s interior design and decoration were high-end, so she could tell he was wealthy and


    had good taste in the living environment.


    She couldn’t help wondering who that girl was in his bedroom. That girl sounded indeed young.


    Somehow, Linda felt jealous.


    She walked forward, browsing the items on the shelves.


    Finnley was replying to a message with his left hand while holding thetro and noodles with his


    right one.


    They bumped into each other.


    By instinct, Finnley wanted to help her keep bnce. His phone fell to the ground, but he didn’t care.


    “Are you all right?”


    After Linda stood upright, he recognized her.


    “I’m sorry, Mr. Russell.” Linda hurriedly bent over to pick up his phone for him.


    Finnley replied while smiling, “I bumped into you. I should be the one apologizing.”


    Linda pressed her lips in embarrassment.


    When she cast her eyes down, she saw the noodles andtro in his hand. ‘Hasn’t he had dinner in


    thepany already? Will he cook noodles for that girl? He must dote on her.’


    Finnley nodded at her and left.


    Linda had a sleepless night.


    She returned to her rented apartment absentmindedly, trying hard to understand things happening


    earlier.


    A girl was staying in Finnley’s apartment. Therefore, no matter how hard she tried, Linda didn’t think


    she would be Finnley’s girlfriend.


    ‘Is that his fiancee?’


    Recalling Catherine’s words, Linda felt her life was full of regrets.


    She always believed that a person could only fall in love once in his or her life. If she couldn’t grasp this


    chance, she would only make do with another man in the future.


    Finnley slept on the sofa in his bedroom this evening.


    He covered himself with a coat while napping to take care of Mya.


    Two hourster, he got up and tested her temperature. Evidently, he felt it was lower.


    The following morning, dawn broke the day.


    A ck Volvo was heading for a cemetery in the suburbia of Arkpool City.


    After parking the car, Spencer got off with a bouquet. He wore sunsses and a casual ck suit,


    looking solemn.


    He walked along thene, along which were pine trees and camphor trees. The mist in the morning


    hadn’t faded. The air was sweet.


    Birds were chirping, and insects were humming. Spencer was highly familiar with this path as he came


    here several times monthly.


    He paused his pace in front of his mother’s tombstone with her name, Selena Lindsay.


    Spencer bent over, put down the bouquet, and intensely gazed at the young woman’s portrait on the


    tombstone. His mother wore a bright smile.