chapter 2 Honey you don't want sugar?

William Bryan was angry. When he heard this, he was stunned and looked at Charlee Ford again. Giving birth to a baby wasn't something a fool could say. His eyes darkened. He suddenly grabbed Charlee Ford's wrist and pulled her away. But before William Bryan could speak, the Butler said, "Mrs. Charlee is so filial. She remembered what the old man said just once." "Young master, and Mrs. Charlee, don't make the old man angry." The Butler's words instantly dispelled William Bryan's doubts. It turned out to be taught by the old man. The thought of his Lordship lessened William Bryan's dissatisfaction. Again he looked up at Charlee Ford, who was like a three or four years old child. Actually a fool was good, at least she would not cause him any trouble. "Keep an eye on her. Without my permission, she is not allowed to step out of the villa." After a moment of reflection, William Bryan made his decision. After saying this, he left. Looking at the man's back as he left, Charlee Ford's lips curled into a smile. The Butler thought he saw something. "Ms. Charlee...oh uh, young mistress, please follow me upstairs to settle down!" the Butler said gently. "Good!" Charlee Ford climbed up from the ground, and climbed at the sticky sugar juice on her fingers, to put it into her mouth. It was quite sweet. She followed the Butler to the second floor, took a shower, and put on her silk pajamas. In the mirror, she saw a face without makeup, but there were two scars on her forehead, which were a little lighter in color. Charlee Ford touched it and hissed. It still hurt a little. It had been three years since she was pushed off the cliff. Thanks to the doctor, she was able to survive. After three years' great concentration and cultivation, she had mastered his medical skills. If Maggie Ford knew she was alive and married to William Bryan, how wonderful her expression will be? After a few days, Charlee Ford didn't see William Bryan again. The servants in the villa didn't have a good impression of the silly young mistress, but because of William's father's orders, no one dared to do anything to her. "Young mistress, today is his Lordship's 80th birthday. It will be held in the Orchid Hall of the Wellington Hotel in the evening. Your schedule is all on it." Early in the morning, the Butler knocked on Charlee Ford's door and took out an iPad to show her. Charlee Ford's fingers touched the tablet randomly, but she remembered each word on it. At two o 'clock in the afternoon, she would go to get her custom-made dress. At five she would have a shuttle to the Wellington hotel, and the birthday banquet would officially start at half past six... "Hee hee, have fun!" Charlee Ford smiled and pointed to the photo album. William Bryan was in a suit in the picture, a beautiful woman holding him, showing that their relationship is unspeakable. The Butler panicked and quickly grabbed the tablet, but it didn't escape Charlee Ford's eyes. There were a few smart in her eyes, but the expression is still foolish. "Who is that? Is it the stepmother of my husband?" "Poof ..." The Butler almost choked on his saliva. He was a little embarrassed when he came back to his senses. "Yes, yes, young mistress, the car is waiting downstairs. You can come down after lunch!" Turning around, Butler wiped the sweat off his face and thought, Young Mistress is a fool anyway. What's there to be afraid of?