Marriage Contract: Love Game With CEO

In Kylin International Community.

William drove the car from the underground parking lot while Mary was sitting next to him. They were heading to their family house.

"Ha ha!" Mary laughed as she watched the reporters leave dejectedly. "You made them dismissed just by a phone call. You really are capable, aren't you?"

"Do you think you've found a treasure?" William turned around and looked at Mary narcissistically.

"Don't flatter yourself." Mary glanced at him, dissatisfied.

William grinned and put his hand on Mary's, and squeezed it gently.

"Go away!" Mary pushed his hand away playfully. Suddenly, her phone rang unexpectedly.

"Who is it?" asked William.

"Shush." Mary took out her phone and looked at the caller ID. "It's Barry."

Touching his nose, William thought, 'Hasn't he given up after yesterday's dinner party and today's news?'

"Hello?" With a guilty conscience, Mary answered the phone.

"You finally turned on your phone, Mary," Barry said hastily.

"I... My phone ran out of power this morning." Mary bit her lips and stammered at her words.

"I see," Barry answered indifferently. Nobody could tell his emotion right now, not even Mary.

"Barry, I—"

d at him, turned around, and walked quickly.

"Wait for me and Elissa!"

They walked into the villa together. When they got inside, they saw Timothy standing in front of a huge square table, and moving his ink freely and intricately.

Although Timothy heard their footsteps, he did not raise his head. "Alick and Elissa, come here to see Grandpa's writing. I'll buy two sets of pen, ink, paper, and ink-stone in a few days. You can write with Grandpa together!" he said without stopping.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped writing as well. He had written several powerful characters on the paper.

Timothy put down the brush, looked up, and smiled warmly. "It turns out that Mary has come. I was wondering why that little girl, Elissa, didn't make any trouble right now!"

"Trouble." Feeling a little guilty, Mary turned to the little fellows and said, "Apologize to Grandpa. How could you be disobedient when Grandpa is writing?"

"But Grandma said I write better than Grandpa!" Elissa argued.

"Yes, I did. Mary," Amy chimed in with a smile. "Children are just curious. Besides, your father seems unhappy, but in his heart, he wants the two kids to stick to him all the time!"