Gluey Love Between Us
Chapter 1400

Anson looked at her and asked, "Why are you here?"

Edith glanced at him arrogantly, "Why can't I be here?"

"What are you doing in front of a man's house in the middle of the night? Go back quickly. It's late." Anson drove her out with a straight face.

"Humph! This is not your house. You're not qualified to drive me out." It seemed that Edith was determined not to leave.

Anson was speechless. Why was Edith so shameless and stubborn?

"This is not my house, but it is not proper for you to stay with two men at night. Hurry up and go back. I will not leave tonight, and I will stay here to take care of Lucian." Anson felt aggrieved. The next day, he must warn Lucian not to drink again.

"No, I'll take care of Lucian. Go back and accompany your wife." Lucian was drunk, and it was a great chance for her, wasn't it?

The fastest way to be with him was to sleep with him.

Anson felt so wronged. He wanted to go back and accompany Abigail indeed. Abigail was pregnant, and he was worried about her.

He looked at Edith's malicious eyes and said with a fake smile, "No, Miss Olsen. You're an unmarried young lady. If you spend a night here, others will gossip about you. Lucian can't take the responsibility. You'd better go home and don't let your parents worry about you."

Edith was speechless. What did he mean? Did he think that she would do something to Lucian?

Although she really wanted to do something to Lucian, it depended on Lucian's attitude.

"So what? Anyway, I like Lucian. Even if I sleep with him, I will not blame anyone."

Hearing this, Anson couldn't help but shudder.

Victor was right.

Couldn't Edith be more reserved?

"Miss Olsen, I allow you to be whimsical, but why do you think you're good enough for Lucian? He is picky about women."

"What?" Edith glared at Anson with annoyance, "Anson, do you mean that I don't deserve to be with Lucian?"

Anson retorted upon her without thinking, "Miss Olsen, let me tell you the truth. Lucian really doesn't like such a girl like you, so you'd better give up."

Saying this, Anson held Lucian who was somewhat sleepy and walked into the house.

"I won't give up. As long as he hasn't got married, I have a chance. Therefore, you can rest assured and go back to accompany your wife. I will stay with him here." Edith did not give up. She had been waiting for a few days here, and she just wanted to get close to Lucian when he was drunk.

Anyway, she had to face this sooner or later.

Anson knew that she was difficult to deal with, but he did not expect her to be so annoying.

He persuaded her earnestly, "Miss Olsen, you're still young. Don't waste your time here, okay?"

"Humph! Youth is meant to be squandered. I want to waste my time, and it is none of your business. I can do everything in order to be with him. You said that he doesn't like me. When he wakes up, I'll ask him why he doesn't like me. Then I'll overcome my shortcomings."

Anson helped Lucian stand at the door and asked with a smile, "What if he doesn't like you because you're obsessed with him? How are you going to change it?"

Edith was stunned. His words made her speechless.

But she would never leave.

In this way, Anson and Edith sat on the sofa in the living room, staring at Lucian all night.

Anson had been texting Abigail and complaining how annoying and hateful Edith was.

However, Abigail asked him to protect Lucian, and he couldn't let anything bad happen to Amelia's future husband.

Seeing this, he could only stay there with Lucian.

But he did not expect Edith to be so persistent. He watched Lucian for a whole night and did not sleep, for fear that Edith would do something to Lucian.

The sun was shining, and the morning air was fresh.

Lucian woke up slowly, and he was startled when he saw Anson's haggard face.

Anson looked at him and said with a weird smile, "Lucian, did you sleep well?" Lucian sensed that his light tone was strange.

"Why do you smile so creepily? What's more, why are you in my house?" Lucian glanced at himself and knew that he was drunk last night. There was a smell of alcohol on his shirt, so he lowered his head and took off his shirt.

"Wait! Look over there." Anson pointed at his opposite side with a wicked smile.

Lucian looked over with his eyes darkened, only to see Edith glaring at him angrily.

He stopped unbuttoning the shirt.

Her face turned cold in an instant as he questioned Anson furiously, "Why is this woman in my house?"

Anson really felt that it was difficult to be a kind person.

He shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "Since she insists on staying here, what could I do? I was afraid that this battle-axe would do something to you and stayed with you all night. Even Abby has never worried me so much. Why do you cause me a lot of grief? From today on, if you really want Amelia to come back to you, you are not allowed to drink anymore. If you sleep with this battle-axe, I'm afraid that you can never be with Amelia again."

Lucian frowned.

"Anson, you b*stard! You bully me!" Edith threw the pillow on the sofa to him.

Anson raised his hand and caught the pillow quickly.

"What are you doing?" He glared at Edith.

With tears, Edith opened her eyes wide and glared at Anson with anger and grievances, "You actually said that I was a battle-axe."

Anson went berserk, "I didn't name you. Why do you admit yourself to be the one criticized?"

"I..." Edith felt that she was too impulsive, but Anson was obviously talking about her just now.

Although he didn't name her, he referred to her.

Edith felt so wronged. She blinked her eyes and burst into tears, sobbing in a low voice.

Anson's face suddenly darkened. Edith did not seem like such a weak woman. She was very arrogant and fierce just now, wasn't she?

Lucian's face was irritated as he stood up and roared madly, "Both of you, get the hell out of here!"

Anson stood up all of a sudden and yelled at Lucian, "Who cares? Do you think that I want to stay here? If it weren't for your safety, do you think I am willing to stay with you for a whole night?" Anson turned around angrily and left.

After taking a few steps, he looked back at Edith who was still crying. It was not gentlemanly for him to leave like this.

"Miss Olsen, what I said now is a little harsh. I apologize to you. I'm sorry!" After saying this, he didn't care whether Edith had heard him or not, turned and went home, .

He had to go home to cook breakfast for Abigail.

The more Anson thought about it, the more anxious he became. In the end, he trotted home.