Chapter 1184: 1186: Other Than Him, I Have Nothing Worth Longing For

Return to the country? Too tempting.

But now he’s not just simply tempting her.

Now Andrew has added a threat within the temptation.

If she doesn’t agree, then Alan Morgan...

Shirley Grant stood there, clenching her fists.

Should she believe that Alan Morgan has the ability to protect himself?

"Stop thinking about it, I won’t agree with you."

"Good for you!"

Andrew abruptly removed his hand, refusing to look at Shirley Grant, who was almost unable to stand.

"Wait for me to bring you good news then."

With that, Andrew left directly from there.

The large courtyard only had Shirley Grant left.

In the distance, the sun had already set, and the evening glow was no longer flamboyant, no longer so vivid.

She stood there alone, unable to control her emotions any longer, slowly crouching down and bursting into tears.

Andrew stood behind a bush not far away, clenching his fists tightly.

In his ears was the sound of Shirley Grant’s crying.

Watching her crouch on the ground, Andrew felt more defeated and useless than ever before.

In all of Sicily, the number of women who wanted to climb into his bed was countless.

But why did this Shirley Grant remain indifferent?

Wasn’t he good enough?

Or was it...

The man in her heart was too...

Saying he would kill that man was just to scare her.

For the first time liking someone so much, how could Andrew bear for her to hate him like this?

......

Shirley Grant cried as long as she crouched there, and that’s how long Andrew watched, until she struggled to stand up.

Perhaps her legs were numb, she stood on the spot for a while before limping back into the villa.

He exhaled slowly, waited a long time, then circled around to the front door and entered the villa.

Shirley Grant, having cried for so long, was a bit dehydrated, sitting in the living room with red eyes, drinking water.

She looked up and saw Andrew walk in from outside.

He was back!

So soon?

"Andrew! Andrew!"

Shirley Grant’s voice was a bit hoarse, and she immediately rushed over, grabbing Andrew.

"I agree, I agree with you!"

How could she bear to let Alan Morgan take risks, how could she bear for him to be threatened even a little?

Her mind was filled with the image of Alan Morgan in the intensive care unit before she left.

Was Alan Morgan alright now? Could he get out of bed?

Was Gerry Peary alright?

Had he undergone surgery?

She knew nothing.

Andrew couldn’t believe his ears, did she just say agree?

Did she really agree?

He couldn’t accept this answer for a moment, standing there, his body stiff.

"Say it... again!"

Shirley Grant stood there, biting her lip with her head down.

At this moment, it was too humiliating for her.

"I said, I agree with you."

She had no other path to take, did she?

Thinking of this, she was filled with sorrow.

"Alright, in a week, I’ll take you back to A Country, but..."

Andrew wasn’t as happy as he thought he’d be; instead, he was filled with rage.

"If I find out you’re going to see that man, I... I definitely won’t let him go!"

He couldn’t touch Shirley Grant, but touching that man was still possible.

To Andrew, Shirley Grant’s husband was just an ordinary person.

If he had any capabilities, why hadn’t he found her by now?

"In that country, besides that man and my son, there’s nothing for me to miss."

If not to see them, she wouldn’t go back at all.

What she meant was very simple.

That was—

If she didn’t see that man, there was no point in her returning.