My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner novel Chapter 42

Sylvie turned and quickly ran upstairs to her bedroom.

In the bedroom.

Sylvie sat by the bed. Kieran and Robyn had just walked across the lawn. She didn't know what they were talking about, but they looked happy.

The cool breeze gently blew by, and Robyn's skirt rolled over his black trousers, looking intimate and ambiguous.

Today, he brought a woman home.

What did he mean?

Was that woman his lover?

Sylvie twirled her fingers at her dress with a feeling of anger and misery that didn't let her breath smoothly.

At this moment, the bedroom door swung open and Kieran walked in.

What did he come here for?!

Sylvie looked up at him. "Mr. Kieran, you are back."

Kieran had just seen her on the lawn, but she quickly ran upstairs and hid in her room. Kieran curled his lips. "I brought a guest home today. Robyn, the director of public relations department for our company."

It turned out that she was the public relations director. She heard that the women in this department were all beautiful. They often dealt with men and knew well of men.

"Yes. I saw that."

"What do you think?"

"She's pretty and has a good shape." Sylvie paused, pretending to be relaxed, but her fingers were about to tear her dress. "Why, Mr. Kieran wants Robyn to become a regular lover and a girlfriend?"

Kieran raised his eyebrows, then sighed, "You know I'm not young, but you keep drawing a line with me. Maybe one day when all the matters of the Shaw family are settled, you may leave. I have to have a woman with me, right?"

Sylvie snorted. Couldn't he live without a woman?

"Besides, my grandma is getting old and wants to have a grandchild. I need a woman to give me a son."

Sylvie couldn't argue with that. In order to have a grandchild, his grandmother went to the church every day to pray.

Sylvie was a little unhappy.

Kieran walked over and peered down at her stuffy little head, then he reached over and pinched her face. "What's wrong?"

Sylvie ducked to stop him from pinching her face. "Don't touch me."

"What's the matter?" Kieran chuckled softly, pinching her face through the veil. The face of a girl in her early 20s was so smooth and tender.

It felt very good.

Sylvie tried to knock his big hand off, but Robyn appeared at the door. "Kieran, you..."

The smile on Robyn's face froze when she saw Sylvie.

Sylvie was sitting by the bed, like an angry little girl, while Kieran stood beside her, holding her face in one hand, and the other in his trouser pocket. The attentive look was filled with doting affection, like a man teasing the girl he liked.

Robyn completely froze. In her opinion, Kieran was a powerful man in the business, calm and composed.