After leaving the box and going downstairs, Warren bought the bill and left the private dining room together.


    Warren took the flowers off the car and handed them to Sophie, sunny teenager-like he smiled brightly, “Do you want me to pick you up this afternoon?”


    “I … have to workte at night. Thepany has a lot to dotely.”


    Sophie politely refused.


    Although Warren did not say anything, but Sophie can also feel the hot to almost fanatical like from his eyes.


    She felt that it was necessary to make it clear to Warren some time that she did not like him.


    “Okay then, let’s get back in touch.”


    Warren smiled and said to Mandy, “Sister Mandy, get in the car.” He waved to Dixon again, “Young Master Dixon, bye.”


    Mandy also waved to the two of them and got into the car.Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    Only then did the two of them leave.


    The car drove into the road, merged into the traffic and disappeared, Sophie then turned back to Dixon, “Vivian sister asked you to find me, what is it?”


    Dixon looked at Sophie holding a bouquet of flowers in her arms, only to feel extraordinarily harsh.


    Disdainful nce at her, pointed to the sky zing sun, “You sure you want to chat in the hot sun?”


    “Then where are we going?” Sophie also felt some heat, one hand holding flowers, one hand raised, blocked on the forehead, shielding the burning sun.


    “To your house.” He said.


    “My house?”


    Sophie instinctively took a step back and shook her head repeatedly, “No …”


    “Are you going to carry a bouquet of flowers and wave to yourpany?”


    Dixon interrupted her words, sensing the natural defensiveness on her face, her heart sank, feeling like something blocking her throat, unable to go up and down, choking ufortable.


    Three or two steps in front of her, condescendingly look askance at her, “am I a wolf, afraid that I will eat you?”


    Sophie: “…”


    More frightening than a wolf.


    She thought this in her heart, hesitated for a moment, and said, “No,” but her head nodded honestly.


    Dixon’s suppressed anger came up, and he clutched her arm, “Sophie, get it straight, you were the one who climbed into my bed first. If I’m a wolf, then what are you? Hmm?”


    Thest word ‘hmmm’ lengthened the end of the sentence, and it was thick with displeasure.


    Sophie shivered as the bitter cold hit her face, clenching her red lips and not daring to squeak.


    Dixon waved his hand to stop the cab, dragged Sophie into the car, and headed straight to her apartment.


    Half an hourter, they were standing in the living room of Sophie’s apartment.


    It was Sophie’s house, but when Dixon came in, the familiarity hit him, and he walked to the couch and sat down, crossing his legs.


    Sophie, on the other hand, stood in the living room clutching the flowers Warren had given her, overwhelmed and bewildered.


    “What are you standing for? Sit down.”


    He leanedzily on the sofa and ordered Sophie.


    That stance, it was the meaning of the hustle and bustle.


    “Oh.”


    Sophie put the flowers on the table, took off her bag and put it on the sofa, while she sat on the sofa, legs together, hands on her knees, looking at Dixon like a good little student.


    The two just stared at each other.


    One second.


    Two seconds.


    Three seconds.


    Suddenly, Sophie stood up, “This is my house, okay, what do I do with you care. It really is!”


    She turned around, stomped her foot, and grunted and went to the kitchen.


    Dixon froze for a moment at her yelling, expecting her to run to the kitchen in a fit of anger to get a kitchen knife, only to find her holding a kettle and picking up a pot of water and boiling it.


    Seeing this scene, the anger in his heart gradually dissipated and he was in a much better mood.


    Leaning back on the sofa, he surveyed Sophie’s home, everything was exactly the same as when he first lived in it.