A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Seeing Audrey open her mouth to eat, Bryson's expression seemed to be relieved.

He also took a few bites.

After eating a few mouthfuls, Bryson discovered that something was wrong.

Audrey did not enjoy eating at all. She was simply wolfing down the food. She swallowed it almost without chewing it. Then, the knife and fork continued sending the food into her mouth. Having just experienced a blow, it would hurt the stomach to eat so quickly.

Seeing that Audrey was about to continue wolfing down the food, Bryson immediately grabbed Audrey's hand to prevent her from eating.

Audrey saw Bryson grab her hand and angrily wanted to push him away.

"Didn't you want me to eat it? Am I not eating now? Let go of my hand. I want to eat it!"

Bryson frowned.

"Audrey, this is not how you eat. If you wolf down like this, your body will not be able to take it in the end. Your stomach will get hurt later!" Bryson reminded her.

"I know my body. I'm fine. I can eat it. Let go of my hand. I want to continue eating."

"I won't let you eat it now!"

"Why are you like this? You just asked me to eat, and now you don't let me eat. Why should I listen to you all the time? Now I want to eat it!" Audrey picked up the spoon and used the spoon to prepare a mouthful of soup. The soup was a little hot, and Audrey was scalded. She spat out the soup.

Bryson handed a piece of paper to Audrey.

Audrey took the paper from Bryson and prepared to continue eating.

"Audrey, take your time if you want to eat it. You can't eat it so fast!" Bryson continued to hold Audrey's wrist.

"I need to eat faster. Then I can finish it quickly. Only then can your grandmother's illness be healed!"

Bryson was taken aback..

At the same time, Bryson felt a dull pain in his heart.

Audrey ate so quickly because of what he just said. He said as long as she finished eating, his grandmother's illness would be cured. Did she take it seriously? Bryson looked at Audrey with a pained expression.

"Audrey, what I said just now was just to comfort you. You don't have to eat so desperately. Moreover, even if you don't eat desperately, my grandma will recover quickly." "No, I have to finish all of this. I know, some mysterious power will definitely hear it. If I finish eating, your grandma might be able to get better all of a sudden. I..."

Bryson held Audrey's face and looked at Audrey's unfocused eyes.

"Audrey, Audrey, take a good look at me. Look at me. I am Bryson. Can you recognize me? I am Bryson, your boyfriend."

"I want to eat it. Don't get in my way."

"Audrey, I know that you are worried that something will happen to my grandma because of your grandma's death. So, you feel uncomfortable and can't bear this pressure. However, Audrey, you must believe in me and science. Grandma will be fine. Believe me, okay?"

Audrey stared blankly at Bryson's face, her eyes somewhat unfocused.

"Bryson, will she really be fine?" Audrey asked uncertainly.

Bryson held Audrey's face and kissed her forehead. He said firmly, "Yes! She will be fine!"

Yes, grandma would be fine.

This sentence was to comfort Audrey and also to comfort himself.

Grandma would be fine.

Bryson sent Audrey home. Harold was already waiting for her.

Before Bryson sent Audrey home, he called Harold and explained the situation. He asked Harold to accompany Audrey today. When Harold heard about the matter, he was also very worried. It just so happened that Harold didn't have to work this afternoon, so he decided to stay at home to accompany Audrey.

After Bryson brought Audrey home, Harold sent Bryson away. Then Harold helped Audrey to sit down in the living room.

Harold eagerly poured a glass of water for Audrey.

"Dear sister, are you thirsty?" Harold asked.

"A little." Audrey nodded.

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Harold swiftly went to get a glass of water and returned to hand it to Audrey.

"Dear sister, the temperature of the water is just right. Try it. If you finish it, I'll pour it for you."

Just as Harold finished speaking, the phone in his pocket rang.

Harold impatiently took the phone out of his pocket.

After seeing the contact list on the phone screen, Harold frowned and muttered, "It's him again. He's so annoying. He called dozens of times today."

"What's going on?" Audrey drank some water before continuing to ask, "Who called you?"

Harold replied, "It's Mr. Toby again!"

Audrey frowned.

Presumably, Toby had also seen the news and learned that Harold was Audrey's younger brother. Toby knew that Harold was Quentin back then, so he began to call Harold. Audrey said indifferently, "Since he's calling you, take it."

Harold frowned. "But I don't want to take it, and I don't want to have anything to do with the Munn family."

"If you don't pick it up, he will keep calling. Moreover, he will try his best to see you and even run to your school, research institute, or home."

Harold frowned even deeper.

Indeed, if he kept refusing, Toby might really do such a thing.

This would bring trouble to Harold's life.

After some thought, Harold pressed the answer button.

Toby's urgent voice came from the other side of the line.

"Quentin, you finally picked up my call."

Harold said coldly, "Mr. Toby, you got the wrong person. My surname is Howell and my first name is Harold. There is no one called Quentin here."

"Quentin, I know that you are angry with me. It's my fault that I didn't recognize you and find you all these years, but don't deny your father no matter how angry you are. Anyway, blood is thicker than water." Harold said coldly, "What are you trying to do by calling me?"

Toby quickly said, "Quentin, listen. Are you free this afternoon? Come to the company for a moment. I'll transfer your shares to your name!"

Toby had a good card in his hand.

He did not directly ask Harold to return to the Munn family. Instead, he only asked Harold to accept the shares. If Harold intended to accept the shares of the Munn Group, Harold had to admit that he was a member of the Munn family. Moreover, Harold had to acknowledge his ancestors and change his name back to Quentin.

Harold clearly understood this.

"I have no time!"

Toby said, "It doesn't matter if you don't have time this afternoon. If you have time in the future, you can come at any time. The door of the Munn Group will always be open for you. As long as you are willing to come, Dad will always wait for you. However, don't let Dad wait too long."