Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1640

Wendy Grant was flipping through Daisy's reviewed information, she was previously focused, but now she could no longer read it. Unable to control herself, she reached for her phone, flipped through the phone book, found Duke 's number, and looked at it absentmindedly.

She did not have the courage to call him. Just looking at his name gave her a sense of satisfaction.

However, this satisfaction was far from filling the yearning in her heart.

With her finger inadvertently on the phone, she called him. Wendy Grant was shocked, and immediately hung up the phone with a guilty conscience.

She thought that if she had only rung twice, Duke probably wouldn't notice that she had called his number.

But in the next second, the black screen suddenly lit up with Duke's name.

Wendy Grant let out a sharp scream, and immediately hid her phone under the blanket.

She didn't dare to answer it, but she didn't want to miss the call either. Wendy Grant reached for her phone and placed it beside her ear.

"Did you call me?" The man's deep voice sounded out, but it was only a question.

"Ugh..." I accidentally dialed the wrong number. I was going to call my brother." Wendy Grant's beautiful eyes looked around in panic as she found an explanation.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be hanging up." Duke's voice didn't sound like she was having any ups and downs.

"Don't hang up." When Wendy Grant heard that he was going to hang up, she immediately became anxious and immediately shouted loudly.

"Anything else?" The man asked indifferently.

"I have an appointment with a friend tonight. Will you come over?" Wendy Grant directly asked him. Although she was shy, there were some things she wouldn't know if she didn't say it out loud. "I don't know your friend, so it wouldn't be convenient for me to go." Duke was startled, then replied indifferently.

"Then you won't come?" Wendy Grant's voice was filled with disappointment.

"I have no reason to go." The man was silent for two seconds before he replied.

Wendy Grant's heart seemed to have been pierced by something. She knew that she was making trouble for nothing, but she really missed him too much, and wanted to meet him once. Recently, she had gone to senior class, so even if they were in the same school together, she had not seen him for two days.

At both ends of the phone, everyone fell silent.

"Then I'm hanging up." Wendy Grant did not feel it was right to force him.

"Do you want to see me?" Suddenly, the man's voice sounded from within the silence.

Wendy Grant did not expect him to be even more direct than she was. She was stunned, embarrassed to the point that she did not dare to reply.

"Let me treat you to a meal." Duke said in a low voice.

"Why did you invite me to eat?" Wendy Grant was both surprised and happy.

"No reason, I eat alone at night." The man's voice had a hint of laziness to it.

"Sure, give me an address and I'll come to look for you." Wendy Grant was in a very good mood. Just a moment ago, she had just landed in the valley, but now, she had risen up into the air, and even started to walk gracefully.

Duke hung up the phone and sent Wendy Grant an address. When Wendy Grant saw the address, she was astonished.

This was not the address of a restaurant, but rather the address of a district.

Wendy Grant's heartbeat could not help but speed up as she frowned. Could it be that this was a private restaurant?

Right now, many of the more expensive restaurants were run by their own families, and many wealthy men were the first to eat there because they were busy and did not want to deal with their own meals. They would replace a private restaurant as a base and eat there on time every day.

Wendy Grant tidied herself up, took out a pair of denim skirt that she hadn't worn in a long time, and then carefully painted light make-up in front of mirror before carrying her backpack downstairs. "Wendy, come back early tonight." Old Master Grant warned his granddaughter.

"I know, Grandpa. I'll be back before nine." Wendy Grant walked in front of his grandfather and kissed his forehead.

The old man quickly used his hand to wipe it and said with disdain, "What did you paint this time? It's so greasy.'

Wendy Grant spun around happily: "Wearing lipstick, girls all wear it."

The old man rubbed his hands together and saw a patch of red. He felt even more disgusted.

Wendy Grant felt that the older her grandfather, the more fun it was. He was like a child and whenever she had time, she would go and tease him.

The Driver was waiting for her at the door. Wendy Grant gave him the address and he immediately headed towards his destination.

After more than an hour of driving, Wendy Grant arrived at the upscale residence. She registered with the gate guard and then walked towards the small residence alone.

The district was very beautiful, with dim lights at night.

Wendy Grant found the elevator and pressed on the floor, causing it to rise up.

The elevator door made a sound as Wendy Grant poked her head out to take a look. The big houses on each floor were really luxurious.

Wendy Grant took a deep breath, thinking, what if there were a lot of people inside, making a lot of noise? She only wanted to be alone with Duke for a while.

She raised her small hand and knocked on the door, and after a while, the door opened. Standing inside the door was Duke, who was wearing a household uniform, he pulled up his sleeves, revealing his firm and small arms.

"Is this your home?" After Wendy Grant realized what was going on, her beautiful eyes immediately widened.

Duke nodded his head: "Yes, my house."

Wendy Grant looked at him in shock: "Why didn't you tell me over the phone?"

"Will you not come if I tell you?" Duke's thin lips curled up into a smile.

"Of course not, I will make the Driver speed up to come here." Her adorable expression made Duke's expression freeze. He intentionally avoided her, and didn't dare to look directly at the light in her eyes. Wendy Grant quickly walked in and discovered that she was in a very big 4 room. The place was decorated with cold colors, just like a man who would always give off cold aura, it was not Wendy at all. "You live alone?" Wendy Grant asked as she looked around, her beautiful eyes filled with a new strange feeling.

"Yes, just alone." Duke followed behind her, looking at her expression, his emotions were extremely complicated, he did not understand what he meant. Why did he invite her to dinner?

Wendy Grant pushed open the balcony's door, and a cold wind blew past her. The wind that blew past her shoulders caused her entire person to appear much gentler.

The balcony was very large, with a circle of tables and chairs. It was very spacious.

Wendy Grant turned around, and the wind blew from behind her, causing her long hair to be blown to her cheeks. She opened up her arms and smiled happily at Duke: "I finally know what the place you're living in looks like, it's more or less what I thought it would be."

"What do you think it looks like?" Duke was surprised. He never thought that she would actually think of his house. She was so bored.

"It's about the same as yours. It's cold and empty. There's nothing here at all." Wendy Grant immediately replied.

"Take a seat first. If you want anything to drink, go get it from the fridge. I'll make dinner." Seeing her happy look, Duke's mood improved a lot. He was afraid that she would despise his family.

"You want to cook?" Wendy Grant was startled: "When did you learn to cook? How come I didn't know?

"You may not know all about me. I learned how to cook in the army." Duke shook his head with a helpless smile.

"I want to know everything about you." Wendy Grant pouted.

Duke's entire body trembled, his beautiful eyes focused on her face: "You don't like someone if you knowtoo much about him."

"Why? But I just want to know more about you, and I won't hide my love for you now." Wendy Grant looked at him strangely and asked.

"Wendy, do you know that there is an invisible wall between us?" Duke finally no longer avoided the relationship with her, he looked at her with sorrow: "in terms of this wall, I don't know if I can pass through it, my surname is Duke, and your surname is Grant, the grudge between our two families, was not formed in this one or two years."

"What does the grudge between us from the previous generation have to do with us? Why can't we be together? "A flash of sadness appeared on Wendy Grant's face, and her eyes became misty: "So, you care about my surname, Grant."