A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Because of Winnie's kiss, Harold's eyes suddenly widened. When he looked at Winnie again, Winnie had already

escaped, and the chalk box had been kicked over by her when she escaped, leaving the almost finished blackboard

newspaper and the lonely ladder.

Winnie... kissed him!

Harold sighed and put away all the ladders and chalk she had left behind before she escaped. He placed them in

the classroom of Student Union before locking the door and leaving the classroom.

When Harold arrived at the school gate, Audrey and Bryson's car had already stopped there. Seeing Harold from

afar, Audrey waved at Harold.

"Quentin, over here!"

Harold calmly walked to the car, opened the back door, and sat in.

After Harold sat down, Bryson started the car.

As soon as he got in the car, Harold looked out of the window, thinking about something, occasionally brushing his

cheek with his fingers.

The car drove for several minutes, but Harold still did not speak.

As usual, after Harold got into the car, he would greet Bryson and Audrey. He would call Bryson brother-in-law very

intimately. However, today, he did not even call Bryson brother-in-law. Moreover, he kept looking out the window.

He looked... very abnormal.

When Audrey turned around, she happened to see Harold lightly brushing his face. When she noticed that Audrey

turned her head to look behind, Harold immediately retracted his hand with a guilty conscience very quickly.

As a lawyer, Audrey could tell at a glance that Harold's action just now was definitely fishy.

Moreover, it was mostly because of Winnie.

Audrey narrowed her eyes.

"Quentin, don't you have anything to say?"

Harold's eyes flashed, not daring to meet Audrey's eyes. "I... What can I say?"

He was hiding something from them.

Audrey looked at him with a smile. "Can I ask you why you take the chalk with you, and... it's a little cold tonight.

Why is your coat gone?"

Harold said nothing.

"I wrote a blackboard bulletin tonight, so I have chalk on me. I left my coat in the office of the Student Union and I

forgot to take it." Harold lied.

"Really?" Audrey hit the nail on the head. "But there is a pinkie print on your chest. Don't tell me that your palm... is

so small!"

Harold's heart trembled. He immediately looked down and saw that there was a fingerprint covered in chalk on his

chest.

It was left when Winnie fell from the ladder. At that time he hugged Winnie and then Winnie jumped down from his

arms, holding his chest. When he came out, he did not notice the five-finger print.

It was also because of this five-finger print that Harold felt even more guilty.

Harold stammered as he explained, "This... This was left on me by someone else rather than Winnie."

Audrey's smile widened. "It's not Winnie? I didn't even mention Winnie just now. You already confessed and said it

wasn't Winnie."

"Audrey, it's not what you think."

Audrey just smiled and continued to ask, "Moreover, I just saw you casually rub your face with your fingers. You

were not so narcissistic before. Tell me, did Winnie kiss your face?"

Harold's face instantly turned red.

Audrey was so smart to see through it.

Harold felt that his sister, Audrey, should have become a detective. It was too much of a waste for her to be a

lawyer.

Although Harold did not answer Audrey, the blush on his face revealed the answer.

Audrey clicked her tongue and sighed. "I didn't expect this. I didn't expect Winnie, who was quiet and obedient,

would do such a bold thing."

Harold looked at his sister speechlessly.

"Audrey, can you stop mentioning this matter?"

"You have been taken advantage of. We can't just let it go like this!" Audrey confidently said, "Don't worry, I'll go to

your school tomorrow to deal with the matter with Winnie. I absolutely can't let you be taken advantage of for no

reason."

Harold was speechless.

She said something ridiculous.

"Audrey, don't say anymore."

Bryson was afraid that Audrey's words would make Harold even shyer, so he whispered, "Quentin, to be honest, do

you like Winnie?"

Audrey gave Bryson a look of appreciation.

This was what Bryson should ask.

Harold didn't listen to his sister. He would soon forget what Audrey said. However, when Bryson spoke, he would

definitely answer.

Therefore, Audrey immediately looked at Harold with concern.

Harold was speechless.

Since Bryson had asked him, he could not dodge the question.

Seeing that he could not avoid this topic, Harold could only brace himself and face it.

"I... maybe, probably..."

Audrey was anxious to interrupt him. "Quentin, don't talk nonsense with me, and don't beat around the bush.

Simply, get to the point!"

Harold braced himself and replied, "I like her."

This answer was awesome.

Audrey looked at Harold happily. "That's great. Since you like Winnie, you should reply to her tomorrow. Just say that

you like her too. Wouldn't that make you both happy?"

Harold's eyes darkened. "But she doesn't know my past. If she knows..."

Audrey gave Bryson a look. Bryson understood and said, "If you don't tell her, you will never know the result. Love...

You need to fight for it."

Audrey chimed in from the side, "Yes, yes, yes. What Bryson wants to say is what I want to say."

Harold clenched his teeth, and the expression in his eyes became firm. "Tomorrow... I will go to her and express my

feelings for her."

"That's right!" Audrey looked at Harold with a smile. She had the joy of having a younger brother growing up.

She was finally about to have a younger sister-in-law.

...

The next morning, Harold came to the school and waited early in front of the female dormitory.

Standing in front of the girl's dormitory, Harold sent Winnie a text message, telling her that he was waiting for her

downstairs.

After receiving Harold's message, Winnie nervously went downstairs with a bag in her hand, which contained

Harold's clothes.

As soon as she saw Harold, Winnie handed over the bag in her hand.

"Senior, these are your clothes. Thank you for lending them to me last night!" Winnie said shyly.

After what happened last night, the relationship between them became a little ambiguous.

Harold reached out and took the bag that Winnie handed over.

Seeing that Harold had no intention to speak, Winnie gritted her teeth and said, "Then... I'll go to the dormitory

first!"

Winnie had just turned around, but before she could lift her feet, Harold suddenly grabbed Winnie's hand. "Wait a

minute."