"I think Stanford would be very upset if he knew you were revealing his private affairs and personal
preferences, wouldn't he?"
"You're threatening me?" Atwood looked like crap. He was indeed afraid that Hilary would go to
Stanford and tell him this. He wasn't afraid of her telling Stanford the things he had said, but he was
afraid that Stanford would think more about it.
"Have you thought about it yet?" Hilary raised an eyebrow, looking like she had gotten the better of him.
Atwood said, "I know what to do."
With that, he turned around and left.
Hilary looked at his back and smiled.
Atwood went straight to the office after leaving. However, Stanford did not come to the office today and
no one knew where he had gone.
He panicked for a while and looked around for him.
Thinking about him asking himself about Amanda, he tried looking for him at the place where he used
to live after he and Amanda got married.
When he went there, he did find Stanford and learned that he was investigating Amanda's affairs.
The man beside him was briefing him on what he had found out, "This is where you used to live after
you were married."
Stanford stood in front of the villa, and his eyes deepened. He looked calm, but his heart was already in
turmoil.
"What else did you find out?" He asked in a low voice.
"I haven't found out much so far." The man replied.
Stanford was disappointed, "Keep looking."
"Yes." The man left.
Atwood watched as Stanford walked into the villa and didn't come out for a long time.
He suddenly realized that perhaps he might be wrong.
What he thought was good might not be good for Stanford.
His life should be his choice, and he had no right to interfere.
"Maybe I should help you find your happiness again." Atwood pulled out his phone and called Hilary,
"Just wait for my message."
Hilary was in a very good mood and replied, "Okay."
In the evening, Amanda took Jessica back to the hotel. Joan was flushed and had his jacket slung over
his arm as if he was allergic.
"Would you like an ice cream?" Amanda looked back at him.
The hot pot they had this evening was very spicy.
Joan sort of experienced the horror of her treats.
"To cool yourself down." She said with a smile again.
"No need." He was very calm even though he was obviously being screwed by Amanda, "I don't like
sweets."
"Then let's go get some ice water?" Amanda pulled him along, "You'd better go. Hurry up and cool
yourself down."
She actually wanted some water too.
This time Joan didn't refuse and nodded.
Jessica slapped Amanda, "You're not allowed to bully him anymore."
Amanda had been bullying Joan when they were out today.
She could barely stand to watch.
"Grandma, I'm your granddaughter." She pouted in front of Jessica.
Joan looked at her and smiled unconsciously.
She was sometimes mischievous as a child.
They asked for two glasses of iced water and one glass of warm water.
Amanda and Joan both drank the iced one while Jessica drank the warm one.
They sat in the restaurant in hotel for a while before going back to their room.
Amanda and Jessica were in room 1809 on the eighteenth floor.
Joan was in room 2106 on the twenty-first floor.
Above the eighteenth floor were luxury suites.
Joan was afraid that Amanda would be uncomfortable if he lived too close to her, so he chose a room
on the 21st floor.
He returned to his room, dropped his jacket, and prepared to take a shower, then found that his body
was even hotter than when he had eaten the hotpot. He took off his shirt to reveal his strong and
healthy body. There were slight red spots on his body, probably due to the chillies he had eaten.
He didn't care but went straight into the bathroom to take a shower. Soon the sound of clattering water
came. After the shower, his body was getting hotter and hotter instead.
He walked out in his bathrobe, thinking he might be allergic. He picked up the phone and was about to
dial when the doorbell rang.
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