Chapter 8 Where Should I Sleep if Not Here?

Nancy turned around. She wanted to come up with an explanation, but the phone suddenly hung up. This time, it was Vivian who nervously ended the call, like a cat with its tail stepped on. Nancy smiled, surprised that her mighty sister could also feel afraid at times. Raising her cellphone, Nancy didn't bother finding any more excuses. She smiled at Charlie. "My sister, your real Vivi." Charlie furrowed his brows slightly. He walked up, and wrapped his arm around Nancy's waist from behind. He whispered affectionately by her ears, "If you don't want your dad to die sooner, watch your mouth!" Looking at his handsome face with a smile but hearing such cruel warning words, Nancy twitched her lips. Just then, she suddenly felt a sharp pain from her waist. Then Charlie let go of her. !!!! He pinched her! After giving the warning, he still pinched her waist? Nancy took a deep breath, another deep breath, forcefully suppressing all her emotions. Forgot it! Just consider it a dog bite! After all, he had something on her. Glancing at him with frustration, Nancy bit her lip and walked out. Charlie and Old Master Firth were playing chess. Nancy walked into the kitchen and saw the servant, Maid Fanning, making tea. She walked over. "Maid Fanning, let me do it." "Uh, okay." Maid Fanning didn't refuse, because this was the first time the granddaughter-in-law came to make tea for Old Master Firth. There was no way she could refuse. Watching Nancy's skilled technique, Maid Fanning smiled with satisfaction, "Young Master Firth is really lucky. You’re so virtuous, Lady Firth." Nancy smiled and thought about what happened earlier. She casually asked, "Maid Fanning, can grandpa read well? I am thinking to buy him some picture books for the elderly to pass the time when I come next time." Old Master Firth looked at the marriage certificate but couldn't tell her identity as a fake, so she assumed that he couldn't read. Maid Fanning smiled and replied, "Old Master Firth can read. But he had some problems with his eyes before, so he can only barely see things now, and people appear blurry to him." Surprised, Nancy turned to look at her, "But why is Charlie playing chess with him?" "Ha-ha-ha..." Hearing that, Maid Fanning couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Young Master Firth is a sweet man. He knows that Old Master Firth likes to play chess, but sometimes, he can’t even distinguish the black and white pieces. Only Young Master Firth has the patience to play chess with him." Nancy nodded gently. It seemed that Charlie wasn't that bad. At least, he was very filial to his grandfather. ... Today, Nancy was mentally exhausted. She had never felt so tired in her life. When she returned home, she kicked her slippers off and collapsed onto the bed. Charlie walked in and saw her lying on the bed in various positions. He threw his suit jacket onto the sofa, took his pajamas, and went into the bathroom. In no time, he came out, wearing pajamas with a slightly open collar, revealing his enticing collarbone and well-defined chest muscles. Even if Nancy couldn't see the lower part, she could imagine his unbelievably perfect figure. No! Nancy sat up from the bed, looking at Charlie walking towards the bedside. She nervously asked, "You're going to sleep here?" Charlie glanced at her sideways. "If not here, where should I sleep?" !!!! He didn't know anything yesterday, but he found out everything today. Why did he still want to sleep here? Was he deliberately trying to embarrass her? She clenched her teeth firmly. Just as Charlie sat on the bed, Nancy felt like she was being burnt. She jumped up from the bed, "Well, you can sleep here. I'll sleep in the guest room." Right when she put on her slippers, she heard the man's harsh voice from behind, "Stop there!"