The beautiful dream was interrupted, Shirley Grant turned over unhappily, not opening her eyes or even glancing at Andrew Davidson standing by the bed.
As sharp as Andrew, he couldn't possibly not know that Shirley was already awake at this moment.
Seeing her action, he frowned with great displeasure.
"Get up right now!"
Andrew's tone was quite unfriendly, as if he would do something violent the next second.
Shirley realized this and immediately sat up from the bed.
Since she was sleeping in her clothes, there was no need to avoid anything.
She got out of bed immediately, glaring angrily at Andrew.
"Tell me, what exactly do you mean?"
What the hell kind of hostage?
She's a living being, okay?
Moreover, to Andrew, she was nothing more than a dispensable burden.
Don't tell her he's fallen for her, that only happens in novels, right?
"Did you finish your work last night?"
Andrew had every right to wake her up.
Shirley twitched her mouth, filled with black lines.
