Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew) -
Chapter 1198 Bad Idea
Shirley's expression had a hint of unease when she saw the two of them. Meanwhile, Garrick slowly stood up and asked, "Why did you two come here?"
His tone of speech made it easy to tell that he was unaware.
"Um... Gary, is the friend you mentioned Shirley?"
Sofia glanced at Shirley and said to Garrick, "Skye and I wanted to replace a place to have coffee, and since you were here, we came over. We didn't know you were on a date with Shirley."
As she spoke, Skyler, donning a black T-shirt, cast a cold glance at Shirley.
When the two of them looked at each other, the events of last night involuntarily came to mind.
His gaze was clear and sharp, causing a faint blush to rise to her cheeks. With just one glance, she lowered her head, no longer daring to meet his eyes.
Garrick quickly explained, "Don't talk nonsense. Yesterday was your birthday, and it was because Nancy kept bugging me that I asked Shirley to pretend to be my girlfriend for a while. That's why I invited her here today to express my gratitude."
After saying that, he turned to Shirley. "Right, Miss Wilson?"
"Ah? Yes, that's right."
Although there was a slight discrepancy with what was said earlier, Shirley agreed with his words as she felt that Garrick was trying to save her the embarrassment.
Hearing Garrick's explanation, Skyler frowned slightly and glanced at Shirley with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
So, that's what happened?
Did I misunderstand her last night?
So, that's what happened?
Did I misunderstand her last night?
Feeling uncomfortable from Skyler's burning gaze, Shirley could only pick up the coffee on the table and take a sip to ease the awkwardness.
Naturally, Garrick invited Shirley to come over because he had coordinated with Sofia. Sofia then brought Skyler over and deliberately showed off the fact that they were together in front of Shirley.
Sofia felt satisfied now that her goal had been achieved. "You guys should continue chatting. Skye, let's go upstairs."
Skyler raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. "It's almost time for lunch. As we all know each other, why don't we have our meal together?"
"T-That doesn't sound like a good idea."
Shirley immediately looked up.
However, her gaze involuntarily fell on Sofia's hand that held Skyler's arm. She felt a slight pain in her chest.
Yesterday, in the bathroom of Brennan Manor, Skyler did whatever he wanted to her, and Sofia even heard it while standing outside the door. Even so, the two of them could still reconcile now.
Although she didn't understand what kind of relationship they had, Shirley couldn't help but feel disgusted.
"Yeah. You two are on a date. Miss Wilson and I wouldn't want to be the third wheel."
Garrick joked with a smile.
"Yes, Mr. Brennan is right." Shirley agreed.
"I..."
"We all know each other, so there's nothing inappropriate about it."
Sofia was about to refuse, but Skyler interrupted her as he walked to Shirley's side. "Make some room, please."
Shirley was taken aback, not expecting Skyler to have the audacity to stay and have a meal together.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed Sofia's face turning sour.
Presumably, it was because Skyler was her boyfriend, and yet he wanted to sit next to Shirley.
"You should sit with Sofia..."
Shirley wanted Skyler to sit with Sofia, but Skyler didn't allow her to finish her sentence. Frowning impatiently, he urged, "Did you hear me?"
Noticing his slightly imposing attitude, Shirley immediately fell silent and obediently moved aside.
Sofia's gaze darkened at what was happening, and unnoticed by the two of them, she exchanged a glance with Garrick.
They didn't say anything as Sofia took her seat.
"Shirley, I would like to apologize to you."
Sofia rested her intertwined fingers on the table and peered at Shirley with watery eyes, looking extremely guilty. "I misunderstood you and Skye before. I thought that the two of you..."
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