Her Wicked Ceo (Abigail and Liam)

Chapter 411

After dinner, Liam took Abigail home.

They reached her apartment. Standing downstairs, Abigail said, "Mr. Jones, thanks for treating me to

dinner and taking me home. Be careful on the way!"

As soon as Abigail got out of the car, she said to Liam with a polite smile.

She was obviously afraid that Liam would stay.

But unluckily, Liam didn't plan to leave now.

A wicked grin hovered on his lips. "Since you appreciate my help, why don't you invite me upstairs and

make me a cup of coffee?" Though he asked for her opinion, he sounded pretty domineering.

It seemed that Abigail expected him to say so. She smilingly declined, "Mr. Jones..."

"Don't tell me you don't have tea, coffee, or juice. Boiled water is fine for me. I don't mind." Before

Abigail could finish speaking, Liam chipped in.

Abigail was at a loss for words.

Liam was determined to go upstairs and deliberately interrupted her.

"Mr. Jones, thank you, but I'll buy you coffee, juice, and water another day!"

"No. I prefer today." As Liam spoke, he pushed open the door, getting out of the car.

Looking at his actions, Abigail frowned. "Mr. Jones, you won't die of thirst if you don't drink upstairs!"

"Of course, I won't. I'm just giving you a chance to thank me, the man who saved your life!" Without

hesitation, he strode into her apartment building.

Abigail had to follow him helplessly.

"Hey, Liam. It's late now!" Abigail shouted.

Hearing this, Liam raised his eyebrows. "What's the matter? I intend to visit my ex-wife's apartment. No

one should judge us, right?"

"Come on! They will definitely judge us!"

"Who!"

"Someone else!

"What's his or her name!"

Abigail was speechless.

The elevator opened and Liam stepped out directly.

Wearing a satisfied smile, he headed for her apartment as if that was his space. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Abigail stared at his back, complaining that Liam was clearly a scoundrel!

But what could she do?

"Open the door!" Liam ordered.

Abigail looked at him. "Mr. Jones, you're so rude!"

"That's not a big deal. I'm afraid you'll be shy to invite me!"

Abigail was speechless, glaring at him and opening the door with her key.

Liam walked in and took off his shoes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jones. There are no shoes for you!" Abigail said with a smile, her voice clearly

triumphant.

Liam looked at her and smiled. "It's okay!" As he spoke, he walked straight in barefoot.

Nothing could stop him from entering her apartment!

No shoes could never be a problem.

When he was at home, he didn't wear shoes either!

Looking at his triumphant look, Abigail glared at him again. She changed her shoes and walked in.

"What do you want to drink?" Abigail asked.

"Up to you!"

Abigail then took a glass of water from the kitchen and put it in front of him.

"Mr. Jones, I'm sorry. There's only water at home!" Abigail said with a smile.

Looking at the glass of water, Liam was a little surprised, but he then smiled, "It's okay. It's the thought

that counts. I accept your gift!" As he spoke, he picked it up and took a sip.

Abigail knew he was mocking her on purpose, but she pretended not to understand. "It's late. You'd

better go back and rest. Besides, I have to work tomorrow!"

Liam frowned. "Are you asking me to leave?"