The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 330 Uninvited Guest_1

Chapter 330: Chapter 330 Uninvited Guest_1

"I think the one with the blue gingham pattern looks nice, what do you think?"

"Hmm, it does look good."

"This one with the light-colored cotton flower pattern isn’t bad either..."

"Hmm, indeed it’s not bad."

Although, throughout the entire shopping process, Carson Flores’s actual opinions were nearly nonexistent, and more often than not he was just echoing, Shirley Miller still looked delighted and thrilled.

At this moment, Shirley Miller wasn’t the decisive CEO in charge of her company but rather a happy little wife shopping with her husband, joyfully preparing their new home.

Lydia Howell wasn’t accompanying them; with Carson Flores, a Great Grandmaster, present, what danger could there be?

Even if there really was danger, if even Carson Flores couldn’t handle it, then Lydia Howell being there would be useless.

After they finished shopping, laden with big and small packages stashed in the car, they cheerfully drove off toward the Miller Family Old Residence.

Once inside the house, the two of them carried the items into the bedroom, one after the other, and then Shirley Miller began to arrange everything.

Making the bed, putting on pillowcases, and placing toiletries in the bathroom.

"Why don’t you stay in the master bedroom?"

Shirley Miller smiled and said, "I’ll just stay in my own room, let’s keep the master bedroom in memory of my parents. Anyway, there’s enough space not to use it."

Carson Flores nodded, showing he understood.

Looking at the bed in Shirley Miller’s room, which was only one and a half meters in size, Carson Flores jokingly asked, "Where should I sleep? In the guest room opposite?"

Shirley Miller’s eyes flickered, a mixture of shyness and panic flitting through them before she steadied herself and nonchalantly replied, "I only bought bedding for one room today, so let’s just squeeze in together. We managed last night sleeping on the mattress, right? And tonight, I won’t be crushing your arm..."

Offering to share a room, a bed, with her?

A one and a half meter bed?

This wasn’t the spacious double bed from her previous home or the wide hotel beds; it definitely wouldn’t be as roomy as before!

Yesterday was a special case; they didn’t take off their clothes and just managed to sleep, but now this was their own home; they couldn’t possibly still sleep in their clothes, could they?

It was nearly autumn now, but the weather was still somewhat hot, and such weather didn’t call for thick clothing, right?

Both squeezed together, wasn’t that asking for trouble?

Carson Flores pondered within, but his response came naturally, "Alright, your call. Just don’t kick me off the bed, huh."

Shirley Miller gave Carson Flores a glare, "You’re a Great Grandmaster; if I could kick you, you could slap me to death with one hit."

With this bit of teasing, the electric and awkward atmosphere suddenly lightened considerably.

"You take a shower first, you’re covered in dust and sweat."

Carson Flores had no reservations; after all, when girls bathed, it took much longer.

By the time both had taken their showers, dried their hair, and got settled, it was already midnight. Shirley Miller laid back on the bed and casually turned off the light.

On the one and a half meter bed, Carson Flores and Shirley Miller lay very close to each other. Although they were both in pajamas, the thin fabric felt as if it were nonexistent, hardly hindering the touch of contact.

Shirley Miller lay with her eyes closed for a while, then suddenly turned over, back facing Carson Flores, and scooted backwards until she was nestled directly into Carson Flores’s arms.

Carson Flores, who originally had his hand resting on his stomach, suddenly found it in an awkward position. He lifted his hand, intending to find a more comfortable spot, but Shirley Miller suddenly grabbed it and placed it directly on her waist.

Carson Flores’s eyes widened.

Wasn’t this now the standard cuddling position?

Carson Flores immediately became a bit more tense.

As an adult man, this test was really not treating himself as a man.

In that moment, Carson Flores’s mind raced with countless thoughts about what Shirley Miller’s action meant. Was she simply giving him a place to rest his hand by having him embrace her, or was it a sort of implicit recognition and encouragement toward him?

Never mind, under such circumstances, one couldn’t endure!

Carson Flores moved his hand slightly; he distinctly felt Shirley Miller’s muscles tense up, a sign of nervousness, but she neither made a sound nor did she resist.

Without a word, Carson Flores continued exploring.

Just as Carson Flores grew bolder, the sudden sound of footsteps outside brought him back to his senses.

He quickly withdrew his hand and covered Shirley Miller’s mouth with it, whispering, "Don’t make a sound, someone’s sneaking in."

Shirley Miller’s eyes widened with shock and then she obediently nodded.

Carson Flores’s face regained its sternness, even a trace of murderous intent.

In the dead of night, climbing walls to enter, what kind of good person could that be?

He and Shirley Miller had just moved in tonight, and someone had followed, sneaking in; someone was targeting the two of them!

The remnants of the Miller Family?

Carson Flores silently rose from the bed and hid behind the curtains, gently lifting them, peering through the gap at the outside.

Five men were stealthily approaching, and by their silent and careful steps, it was clear they were cultivators of no small skill.

A cold glint flashed in Carson Flores’s eyes. Since they’d come, as the host, he should properly entertain them, shouldn’t he?

Illegal entry; even if killed, he would be in the right!