Chapter 1205: 1207: Tomorrow, We Return to China

Shirley Grant looked guarded. Hadn’t he promised not to pressure her before? Andrew Davidson stiffened when he heard her question.

"I just got back and was passing by your room. I heard you calling out for someone named Gerry, so I came in to check and found you were dreaming."

Shirley Grant breathed a sigh of relief, clearly seeing under the light that Andrew was still in his formal attire.

It was evident he really had just returned.

"I’m sorry to trouble you. I did dream about my son."

She sat there, suddenly looking pale and powerless.

She didn’t know how Gerry was doing now.

Son?

Andrew felt a stab of pain in his heart. He had heard Shirley say she already had a son but was unwilling to believe it before.

But...

He now had to admit that he indeed had fallen for a married woman.

She had her own family.

A husband, a son.

If he were to destroy a perfect family, how rotten would he be?

"I’ve just finished dealing with my matters, and I have nothing on my agenda next. I’ll accompany you back home tomorrow."

However, letting go was indeed very difficult.

So painful!

He really wanted to make an effort, to struggle just one last time.

Shirley was stunned by Andrew’s words.

Return home?

Did Andrew agree to go back home with her?

She could hardly believe it, her eyes instantly widened.

"Okay, we’ll go back home tomorrow."

Shirley nodded repeatedly, a smile finally broke across her face.

Seeing her smiling so radiantly made Andrew feel really uncomfortable inside.

"Alright, rest well. I need to get some sleep too."

Two consecutive days without rest, he was utterly exhausted.

"Okay."

Watching Andrew leave, Shirley finally stopped suppressing her excitement deep within.

She immediately slipped on her slippers, ran to the bathroom, turned on the light, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Perhaps because she had just had a dream, her complexion was somewhat pale.

Seeing her face covered in sweat, she quickly grabbed a towel, wet it, and wiped her face.

In the mirror, aside from being a bit thinner than before, she hadn’t changed much.

She reached out and touched her face. She was about to appear in front of Alan Morgan again.

How would he treat her?

Still hate her?

At this moment, Shirley suddenly felt a bit lost, a bit timid.

...

The next day.

Shirley got up early and sat in the living room waiting.

Anxiously, every few minutes she glanced at the stairs, but still couldn’t see Andrew coming down.

In the blink of an eye, it was already past nine in the morning.

Shirley finally couldn’t hold it any longer, she stepped upstairs and quickly arrived at Andrew’s door.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

She nervously knocked on the door.

After a long while, Andrew finally opened the door, looking sleepy-eyed.

"What’s up?"

Andrew’s voice was hoarse, his face pale, and he looked at Shirley with complete confusion.

Uh...

Shirley was taken aback, could it be that last night was just a dream?

Looking at Andrew like this, it seemed as though last night’s events hadn’t happened at all.

But...

Andrew hadn’t been back for the past few days, and today he was indeed at the villa.

If he returned last night, it made sense.

"Didn’t you say you were going to take me back home?"

Shirley’s voice was very small, somewhat uncertain.

Hearing this, Andrew tapped his forehead.

"I’m really sorry, I forgot."