Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 129 What Do You Think?

Izabella, who was sitting in the back seat, snorted. "It's past eight o'clock. Brother Filip, you should

send Starry back first."

Filip stopped talking and slowly started the car. After a few hours of snowing, the garden outside the

small villa was covered with a thin layer of snow.

Izabella got off the car with an umbrella and walked to the front passenger seat. She handed the crutch

to Starry.

Starry turned her head and said, "Thank you, Mr. Pearson."

Her words made Filip who was ready to get off the car pause for a moment.

It was clear that Starry did not intend to let him in.

Filip was a smart person, but he just raised his eyebrows and said, "That's alright. I should thank you Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

for the massage."

With this, he got out of the car.

The umbrella inside the car had been taken by Izabella. There was only an umbrella in the car. He did

not wear a coat. The wind and snow blew over, and it was bone-chilling.

Filip walked over and said, "It's hard to walk in the garden."

Starry pursed his lips. She wanted to say goodbye here, but Filip mentioned Frances just now.

Her foot was injured. How to massage Frances would be a problem.

"Thank you for this."

Dillon had just stopped the car and ran over with the umbrella in his hand. Because Izabella had

handed the umbrella to Starry so she went under his umbrella. "Why is he so shameless now?"

Izabella glanced at Filip. Dillon did not know what had happened. "He has always been so shameless."

As he spoke, Dillon chuckled. "What happened just now? Why did you say that he was shameless?"

"When the car stopped, I got out of the car and went to Starry. Starry had already thanked him. Didn't it

mean that she wanted Filip to leave? He insisted on getting out of the car to hug her."

What Izabella couldn't understand was why Starry suddenly agreed.

Dillon tutted and said, "I was wondering why you stood at the door and didn't go in!"

Izabella looked at Filip who hugged Starry in front of her and frowned. "Brother, did Filip like Starry?"

Dillon looked as if he was watching a good show. "Who knows?" Dillon said.

Flattery with no reasons, either craftiness or stealing

Their voices were not low. They talked behind Starry and Filip. It was more or less transmitted to them.

Starry subconsciously glanced at Filip. Izabella's words amused her.

Filip is a man who was not interested in relationships.

Probably because he noticed her gaze, he suddenly lowered his head.

Starry felt a little embarrassed for some reason. Her hand holding the umbrella tightened slightly. She

pursed her lips and turned her sight away.

Fortunately, the road was not long. Soon, she was carried to the door by Filip.

"Let me down."

The door was unlocked with fingerprints, but she held the umbrella in one hand and held Filip by the

other. It was not convenient.

"No."

Filip did not let go. He held her in his arms and squatted beside the door lock.

Starry was stunned for a moment. She glanced at Filip. He was also looking at her.

Since he had done this, it was a little excessive for her to ask for letting her down. Starry had to hand

the umbrella to Izabella and then reached out to open the door.

There was no one in the villa all afternoon. So there was so cold.

This was the first time for Dillon to enter Starry's villa. This villa looked small, but the decoration was

quite unique.

"Starry, did you decorate your villa yourself?"

Dillon was not polite at all. His eyes drifted around.

Starry was carried upstairs by Filip. She could not see Dillon, so she could not answer.

However, it didn't stop Dillon from being self-satisfied. "Your bar counter is pretty cool!"

As soon as Starry was placed on the sofa, she glanced in Dillon's direction and said, "Yes, it was

designed by a friend."

Dillon didn't think much and blurted out, "The super star, Edwards Wills?"

Izabella had just poured out a few cups of hot water. When he heard Dillon's words, his hands

trembled.

She subconsciously looked at Filip. The man's expression was indifferent, and no one could tell

whether he was happy or angry.

Sometimes, she didn't know if her brother and his brother were friends. Otherwise, his brother would

always say some mean words.

Izabella took a glass of water and said, "Starry, have a meal first. It's getting late."

"Ok."

Dillon also realized that he had asked something he shouldn't have asked. He walked to the sofa

embarrassedly and sat down.

Starry smiled at him and said, "The bar counter was designed by Edward. If President Baxter likes it, I'll

give you the design drawing."

Dillon didn't dare to say anything. He looked at Filip and coughed. "No, I'm just asking."

"Yes."

Starry responded and turned his head to look at Filip. "Mr. Pearson, with my leg like this, what do you

plan to do about your grandma's matter?"

Although her leg was injured, she did not forget Pearson.

Filip's black eyes moved. He looked at Starry, and his usually cold voice was a little bit warm. "If you

don't think it's troublesome, I can send you to the Pearson's every day. Of course, I will leave after I

send you in. I won't stay."

"If you think it's troublesome, I can send my grandma here."

In fact, it was either she would go to the Pearson's house or Frances would come here.

It was not proper for Starry to let Frances come over. "I'll go to the Pearson's."

After that, she pursed her lips and added, "But I don't want to trouble Mr. Pearson."

After all, he was too busy.

Filip suddenly raised his eyebrows. "Or do you want someone else to take you downstairs?"

Starry was stunned. This was indeed a problem.

"Well, I'd better trouble you, Mr. Pearson."

It was better to trouble acquaintances than strangers.

Dillon, who was listening to their conversation, sighed with emotion. If it weren't for Starry, he would

have laughed at Filip for a long time ago.

Izabella heated up the dishes and placed them in front of Starry.

Starry didn't eat immediately. She glanced at Filip and then looked at Dillon. "Mr. Pearson, Mr. Baxter,

it's getting late. Thank you for today, and I will invite you for dinner sometime."

Izabella didn't dare to shout at Filip, so she went over and picked up Dillon's collar.

"Brother, you should go."

As she spoke, Izabella glanced at him.

Filip glanced at Starry's leg and said, "You can call me if you need any help."

"Thanks."

Starry replied politely. Filip didn't say anything and left the villa.

Seeing this, Dillon quickly followed him out.

As soon as he left the villa, he sneezed several times and his nose turned red.

Dillon Tutted and said, "You are in such a hurry to leave. You don't even wear your coat."

However, although he said this, he still took off his scarf and gave it to Filip.

Filip frowned in disgust. "I don't need this."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sneezed again.

Dillon laughed and said, "You deserve it!"