Chapter 283

Quentin’s hair was messy and frizzy, and he had dark, heavy eyebags. It looked like he hadn’t slept in many days.

Adrian lugged at him.

It was then that Quentin noticed Caroline. But his expression was frozen, and he couldn’t even smile at her.

“No, I can’t anymore. I’m exhausted. I need to sleep first.” With that, Quentin slumped to the ground.

Neither Gwen nor Caroline had ever seen him like this before. Curiously, they asked, “What happened to him?”

Adrian gave the passed–out Quentin a kick. Then, he called some of the employees to move Quentin to the third floor.

Alter that, he answered, “He’s been investigating something. He hasn’t stopped for three days and hasn’t slept in all that time. Now he needs to catch up on sleep. You.

Adrian shot a glance at Caroline’s shopping cart. “Do you still have any more books to buy?”

Gwen quickly answered. “There’s one more: ‘The Essence of Management.”

Since he was familiar with the layout, Adrian led them to the C section and pulled out a book with a red cover. He handed it to Caroline.

Caroline and Gwen both looked over. Indeed, it was “The Essence of Management.”

Gwen was stunned. “You didn’t even look. How did you know where the book was?”

Adrian smiled. “This is my bookstore. Of course, I know where the books are. As for Caroline He glanced at “The Essence of Management” in the shopping cart. “Few people know about this book.

How do you know about it?”

“Caroline’s husband told her about it.”

Gwen held a measure of unconscious pride, the kind a mother would have for her son–in–law. “He recommended all of these books.”

Adrian regarded the books in the shopping cart. After a long while, he looked back up. “He’s an old hand at this. Can I ask what company he’s the director of?”

Gwen and Caroline exchanged a glance. In the end, Gwen said, “He’s not a director. He’s just a regular office employee.”

Adrian raised a brow. “Really?”

“Why would I lie to you?”

Then, Gwen took out her phone and glanced at it. “It’s getting late. Carol, we should be getting back.”

There were still a couple of latchkey kids waiting at home for them for dinner.

Caroline nodded before saying to Adrian, “Thank you, Mr. Sorkin. We’re going to pay now.”

Adrian’s frown disappeared. “Consider these books a gift.”

Caroline blinked. “That wouldn’t be right.”

“It’s fine. Just consider it Adrian chuckled and said, “My wedding gift to you.”

Caroline took another glance at the books before looking at Adrian again.

Adrian said, “If you think this gift is too cheap, I-*

“No, no! This gift is too valuable. I will take good care of them.”

A brilliant smile appeared on Adrian’s face. “Good.”

Once they got out of the bookstore, Gwen couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Carol, I would bet a bag of chips that Adrian likes you!”

Caroline put the books in the backseat of the car. “Gwen, don’t joke about this.”

“I’m not joking. Didn’t you see the way he looked at you? It’s so tender! It’s definitely the way someone looks at their crush.”

Caribe hard. When did you get the special ability to know at a glance whether someone likes me or not?

“Hey, don’t knock it I had already wanted to ask you about it when we first met.”

Caroline pulled on her seatbell. “When we first met, we were about seven years old? Or eight years old?”

Yep. Back then, there were already rumors about Adrian liking you.”

This time, Caroline laughed even louder. “Alright, stop leasing me. Does a seven–year–old even know what liking people is about?”

Gwen shrugged.

“Besides, I don’t even remember what happened back then.”

Caroline started the car. Then, she asked Gwen, “Gwen, do you remember the stuff that happened when you were a kid?”

“Vaquely, I don’t remember it all very clearly.”

Caroline sighed. “I can’t remember a thing.”

“Maybe something happened to you when you were small, so you automatically blocked it all out?”

Caroline shot a glance at Gwen. “Which novel did you read about that one in?”

“Hey, you have to believe it. There’s a scientific basis to it!”

Thus, Gwen spent the car ride informing Caroline about how people could have different reactions after going through certain stimuli.

By the time they got home, it was already past 6:00 pm.

Sean and Kirk were at home playing some games. When they heard Caroline and Gwen return, they both turned their heads.

Seeing these two overgrown kids, Gwen couldn’t help but turn to whisper in Caroline’s ear, “Honestly, your husband’s pretty capable. He can get along with Sean like they grew up together. I’m impressed.”

“That’s why I’m not worried about him starting his own business.”

“What are you two talking about?‘ Seeing Caroline and Gwen chatting so secretively, Kirk discarded his game controller. He walked up and pulled Caroline into his embrace, claiming her as his own.

Gwen pouted. “We were saying you could be a courtesan.”

Kirk raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t get mad. He kissed Caroline’s earlobe. “Is that a compliment, darling?”

Caroline couldn’t help but feel her face heat. Even though they were her friends, there were still other people here. She shoved Kirk aside.”

What kind of compliment is that?”

“Saying that I could be a courtesan means that I’m good–looking.”

Caroline gripped Kirk’s hand. “You’re shameless.”

“Alright, alright. Can you two stop showing off? I’m hungry. Don’t tell me you’re feeding us with that show?” Though Sean sounded disgusted, he learned from Kirk and went forward to hug Gwen’s waist.

Yet Gwen pushed him away.

“Don’t touch me. You haven’t passed your probation yet.”

Sean was speechless.

Kirk looked at Sean with pity.

After dinner, Gwen and Sean finally left. Once they did, Kirk picked Caroline up and carried her upstairs.

Caroline hugged Kirk’s neck, looking at him smilingly. “Do you know what you are?”

“What?”

“Insatiable,”

Kirk laughed. “I can’t help it. A man’s gotta eat.

Alright then. It seemed that Kirk really couldn’t help but be inappropriate.

Right then, on the other end of the city, Adrian was looking at the document before him, unable to sleep.

He was looking at the Information Quentin had found about Jack. According to this, Jack was a UFC champion. He had been living a all this time. But after Caroline had returned to the country and started working, he started driving her to and from work Jack was an athlete. Why did he have to be Caroline’s driver?

Adrian looked at Quentin, who was still fast asleep, and resisted the urge to wake him. Adrian could tell that Quentin was already limit.

There was no way Jack’s identity was so simple.