Chapter 174 - 174: 174: Unexpectedly, Adrian Zhekova is also here
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Adrian hadn’t brought up his luggage, she almost forgot that he said he was going to take it away, but he never did.
So his stuff was still here.
“My sleeping clothes are still here, right? Where did you put them?” Adrian asked, wondering if they had been put in her wardrobe.
“You’re welcome to stay here, but you’ll have to sleep on the couch again,” Cindy said awkwardly. “Your sleeping clothes are still here, I’ve already washed them for you. I’ll go get them.”
Adrian left his comfortable home and slept on her couch, how inappropriate it was.
Morgan was stunned.
Sleeping clothes? What sleeping clothes? When did Adrian leave his sleeping clothes behind?
“How about...
Before Adrian could finish, Morgan felt he might have ulterior motives and quickly answered: “Uncle, why don’t you sleep in my room, and I’ll sleep with
Cindy.”
“Your bed is too small.” He even despised Morgan’s height.
“How about, I sleep with Morgan in his room, and you sleep in my room?” Cindy suggested.
After saying that, her face turned red.
She was inspired by Morgan and thought she could squeeze in with him.
After all, Morgan was small, and he wouldn’t take up much space.
Morgan sighed helplessly.
Cindy couldn’t see any of his concerns!
How could she be so oblivious! What to do!
Reluctantly, Morgan went back to sleep with a backward glance every three steps.
The pillows and quilts were stored in her bedroom wardrobe.
As Cindy went to get them, she didn’t notice Adrian following her into the bedroom.
When Cindy opened the wardrobe and stood on the stool to fetch the quilt and pillow from the top shelf, Adrian saw the recipe book on her desk.
When he suddenly opened the door earlier, Cindy thought a thief had entered and hurriedly left without closing her recipe book.
At the moment, the recipe book was wide open.
Adrian picked it up and saw not only the cooking methods and seasonings but also Cindy’s notes.
Why cook it like this, why season it like that.
Some parts were marked with a question mark, and in brackets, there were other methods and seasonings.
“Is what’s written in the brackets an alternative method?” Adrian asked when he saw it.
Cindy didn’t expect Adrian to be in the room.
His sudden remark startled her.
Cindy turned her head in shock, only to find Adrian leaning against her desk, his long legs stretched out as if he had no room to place them..