Chapter 249


    He was right.


    She couldn''t find a reason to refute.


    Liam walked out of the elevator with bags of goods in his hands. Abigail followed.


    "Which room?" He asked.


    She pointed at her room.


    "Get it open."


    Hismand made her feel like a nanny of his. Irritated, she said nothing but opened the door.


    Liam walked in without any politeness a guest should have.


    She bore it in silence.


    Then she walked in.


    "Where shall I put them?" He asked.


    This was the first time he hade to Abigail''s house. It was not what he had imagined.


    The house where they lived together was not decorated in this style, but a modern style that made him


    feel warm andfortable.


    "On the table." She pointed to the table and said.


    He obeyed it.


    Abigail considered how to get him out of here. She was ufortable when they were under the same


    roof.


    She was about to speak when Liam began to tour the room.


    "Do you live alone?"


    "Yes." She nodded.


    "Simple but nice design." Liam nodded affirmatively as he looked.


    She was amused. "It''s just a shabby abodepared with your house."


    ''A shabby abode?''


    ''Is she not particr about the living environment?''


    He thought it actually mattered a lot to her.


    The goods she had bought just now could convince him that she cared about each part of life.


    Or else, why didn''t she buy some instant noodles?"


    Liam did not take her words seriously. He continued his visit.


    Abigail stood aside and found that he had no intention of leaving. Ignoring him, she began to sort out


    what she had bought in the kitchen.


    "Do you often cook?" Liam asked behind her.


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    Abigail was startled by his voice and looked over at him with a frown. "Mr. Jones, do you want to scare


    me to death?"


    "You''re too preupied." He said.


    She had no mood to argue with him. After a deep breath, she continued her work.


    "You haven''t answered my question." He waited for her reply. In fact, her proficiency had told him


    everything.


    "Yes, I do." She nodded. If she didn''t answer, he must keep asking.


    "Are you to cook now?"


    Before she made an answer, he asked again, "How about spaghetti?"


    "Well, though I can..."


    "Okay, that''s it. I''ll eat here today."


    She could not hold her temper anymore.


    Looking back at him, she said, "Mr. Jones, I didn''t invite you for a meal."


    He was not affected by her words but looked at her. "Do you mean I am not weed here?"


    "No, but I didn''t invite you to stay here."