The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System
Chapter 143: An encounter between Liam and his grandfather over Maureen

Chapter 143: An encounter between Liam and his grandfather over Maureen

"Threatening me? Huh? You think I’ll back down from your threat? You insolent brat, I won’t rest until I’ve given you a good thrashing today!!"

Saying so, the old man started looking around for something to hit someone with.

Maureen was stunned, he’s really going to hit someone? She quickly tried to intervene, saying to Liam, "There’s really nothing wrong."

Liam’s eyes reddened with anger, "He had you kneeling for two hours and you say there’s nothing wrong? Come with me."

With that, Liam grabbed Maureen’s hand and turned to leave.

The scene was in total chaos. In the background, the old man was throwing cups.

With her head spinning, Maureen was dragged out of the restaurant by Liam.

She managed to get out an explanation, "I swear there’s nothing wrong.

Your grandfather didn’t harm me, I was just tired from sitting for so long and kneeled to rest.

You can check the surveillance." Liam didn’t fully believe her, "I know my grandfather well, he’s always yelling or hitting me, why wouldn’t he be mean to you?

Why would he summon you if not to drive you away from me?" With a strange expression, Maureen said, "He asked me about plastic surgery.

He seemed to be calculating the genetic factors of our descendants."

Liam was taken aback, "......"

After much persuasion, Liam finally believed that the old man had not done anything to Maureen.

He returned to the restaurant with a sullen face to apologize to his grandfather, but the old man had already cooled down and was on his way back on the expressway.

Maureen finally got a sense of what kind of person Liam’s grandfather was. ...

This was not a man whose character could be summarized in a few words.

The two of them left the restaurant, walking down the street.

Maureen asked, "Earlier you said the old man would either hit you or scold you, why is that?"

Liam realized his slip of the tongue, appearing slightly uneasy, and replied, "Nothing much really, it’s just that being a boy, being a bit playful, it was inevitable for my grandpa to discipline me."

His feelings towards his grandpa were complicated.

His grandpa claimed to treat him well, yet sometimes his gaze was filled with gritted teeth, giving him a severe beating whenever he did something wrong.

But to say he disliked him? It didn’t seem that way.

At the age of thirteen, his grandpa initially wanted to send him abroad.

In a certain way, it was also to protect him.

This way, he wouldn’t have to face the upcoming mess.

Moreover, he was sure that his grandpa never considered Demon and was always certain about his inheritance.

The reason why he only mentioned his Grandpa to Maureen was that after the age of thirteen, he grew up by the old man’s side and was most familiar with him.

Maureen asked again, "Has your leg fully recovered?"

"Yes, it has fully recovered, didn’t it heal quite quickly?"

Liam spread his arms, carrying Maureen and taking a few steps.

Passers-by looked over, and Maureen’s cheeks were burning.

She gave him a punch. Only then did he set Maureen down and proudly said, "What is this called? The medal of a hero, strong and muscular."

Maureen: "...That term really doesn’t suit you, thank you."

A pretty boy, but always thinking about the rough and tough actions of soldiers.

Is this what boys are like? It had been a long time since they last saw each other, and both of them could not control the spreading feeling of missing each other.

However, after being apart for a short time, they both felt a little shy.

Liam held Maureen’s hand, leading her to where he parked his car, and opened the trunk to show her what he had brought her.

"There are a few clothes I brought from home, new wool socks, and snow boots, and these are two knitted hats.

It’s been exceptionally cold recently, so take care of yourself, don’t let my little mask get a cold."

As he said this, Liam ripped off the tags violently and casually tossed them into the trunk, putting the knitted hats on Maureen’s head.

He held her head in both hands, pulled it down a bit, encapsulating her delicate ears as well.

It felt rather fitting.

He raised the corner of his mouth, "My prediction of your head circumference seems to be accurate."

Originally, Maureen felt her heart warming up, but couldn’t help feeling angry when she heard the word

"head circumference".

"What do you mean, making fun of me for having a big head?"

Liam rubbed the top of Maureen’s head in response, "Hmm" he said confidently, "It is indeed not that small."

Maureen kicked him.

Liam pulled out even more stuff from the car,

"I also brought a small hand fan " He wasn’t able to continue, as his ears had already turned red instantly.

Maureen’s cheeks became flushed.

"Liam, counting my days on the calendar, how do you know when my period comes?"

Liam retorted, "Do you think I wanted to know?

Didn’t you soil the bedsheet and sneak up to wash it the next morning?!"

Liam blushed furiously for a while.

Before he came, he had reminded himself a hundred times to be cool, aloof, handsome, and swaggering, but he still couldn’t control himself.

Angrily, he said, "I didn’t intentionally spy on your privacy!" Maureen was about to die laughing.

"I initially thought you were a top student boyfriend, but now you give off such a daddy vibe.

But I also remember, shortly after we met, you gave me two large quilts, and even underwear, which fell out in the library.

To those who didn’t know, they might have thought you were some per—" Before Maureen could finish, her mouth was gently covered by Liam’s palm.

Time seemed to stop.

Abruptly, Liam pulled her into his embrace.

Lowering his head, his chin rested on her neck, hugging her tightly.

One hand on the back of her head, as if he couldn’t wait to meld her into his bones.

His voice sounded a bit hoarse in the cold wind.

"Maureen Smith, I really miss you."

Liam’s down jacket was open, Maureen’s chest was against his black sweater, feeling the itchiness of the wool, and also feeling the wild pulsations of his youthful heart.

The warmth that came washing over her.

The joy that came washing over her .

It was dusk, bustling with traffic. Maureen’s face was buried in Liam’s collarbone, unable to see any sunset, only his blood flowing along his veins towards his heart.

"Me too. Very, extremely, exceptionally."

"I miss you."

Maureen closed her eyes and hugged him back.