Chapter 322

Anderson couldn't tolerate air conditioning. If it was turned on while driving, his headache would easily flare up. "Turn on the air conditioning." "Yes, Mr. Barlow." Suddenly, he grasped Mayra's hand, right on the wound. She winced from the pain. "Did I hurt you?" "No…" What was he implying? Anderson held her hand, interlacing their fingers, and placed it on his thigh. She looked at him in confusion, trying to pull her hand away, but he pretended not to notice and kept his eyes closed, feigning sleep. He didn't let go of her hand until they reached the Barlow mansion. Her palm was sweaty by then. From a distance, she could see Isabel waiting at the entrance for Anderson to come home from work like a dutiful wife. What a good wife Isabel would be. Though her family background wasn't exactly a perfect match with Anderson's, she came from a scholarly family. She was also gentle, kind, and exceptionally beautiful. If Anderson didn't like a woman like her, then what kind of woman