My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Chapter 67 Have a Video Chat with Him at Night

Linda raised her middle finger.

No one knew it was to him or to Yanis and Shirley sitting in the back.

Yanis and Shirley's expressions changed. Rowan pressed the tip of his tongue against his right cheek,

and raised an evil smile, tugging at the button on his neck.

After dropping off Yanis and Shirley, Rowan parked the Maybach below the Breeze Garden and looked

up at the bright yellow lights in Linda's.

And then he got a message from Kieran, "where did Linda take my Mrs. Lowe today?"

Kieran received a message of consumption records at a company meeting today. He gave Sylvie his

black gold card, but she had never used it. Mrs. Lowe had her own idea and pride for not doing that.

So, he was surprised to receive that message today and smiled.

The executives in the meeting didn't know what happened, and thought he had made earned another

sum of money.

Rowan replied, "Why don't you ask your Mrs. Lowe?"

Kieran said, "She just swiped my card. If I ask, it'll scare her off. What if she doesn't swipe it later?" Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Rowan was speechless.

Kieran then asked, "Is that why Linda was scared away by you?"

Rowan didn't feel they should go on talking, so he wanted to throw away his phone, but after a second

thought, he patiently replied, "I think I saw Linda take your Mrs. Lowe to buy a silk nightdress, and did a

manicure, the styles you should like."

Kieran, back at Orchid Villa and now in his study, read Rowan's messages a few times. His Mrs. Lowe

bought a silk nightdress and did a manicure?

Kieran added, "Let Linda stay in H City for a few more days. Don't leave so anxiously."

Rowan left his phone in the passenger seat.

Kieran put down his phone and checked the documents, but he couldn't read a word, so he got up and

went for his grandmother.

"Grandma, do you miss Sylvie?" Kieran asked.

Madam Lowe nodded. "Yes, Sylvie hasn't been home in two days."

"Why don't we have a video chat with Sylvie?"

"That's great!"

In the Breeze Garden.

Sylvie had just taken a shower, and put on the skin-color silk dress she had bought today. Just as she

finished wiping her wet long hair with a towel, her phone rang.

It was from Kieran, "Grandma misses you and wants to have a video chat with you."

Video chat...

If Kieran wanted to have a video chat with her, Sylvie would ignore him, but Grandma missed her...

Kieran then sent a video call.

Sylvie answered the call, and Madam Lowe's kind face appeared. "Gee, Sylvie, you're not wearing a

veil today. Oh, you are so beautiful, like the fairy."

Sylvie touched her face. She had just showered and was wiping her hair, so she was not wearing a

veil, and there were she and Linda in the apartment, she didn't need to wear the veil.

Now Grandma could see her clearly. Sylvie's beautiful face blushed. "Grandma, you're making fun of

me." she said.

"Grandma misses Sylvie. Does Sylvie miss Grandma?"

"Yes," Sylvie nodded. "Sylvie misses Grandma, too."

"Well, although I miss Sylvie, Sylvie doesn't have to rush home for me until you're in a better mood."

Sylvie's heart felt warm. Everyone said that the old were like the treasure. Although her grandmother

was old, she knew everything.

Sylvie was moved, but Kieran looked at his grandmother with a strange look, thinking, "Grandma, I am

your real grandson. Why don't you help me?"

Kieran grabbed the phone and, with one arm around her shoulder, took her out of the room, and then

slammed the door behind her.

Kieran saw Sylvie in the video. Sylvie didn't wear a veil and her beautiful face made his heart race. She

had just showered, and her face was ruddy. Her skin was so watery that he couldn't help to touch it.

When Sylvie saw Kieran, her beautiful face looked cool, "Where's Grandma?"

Kieran looked into her wet, watery eyes and his voice croaked. "Grandma has something else to do."

"Well, since Grandma is not here, I will hang up." Sylvie held out her thin white finger to turn off the

video.

Kieran saw her new nails. They were pure and pink, and he liked them.

"You did a manicure?" He asked.

Sylvie quickly withdrew her tiny hands as she saw his eyes fall on her.

Sylvie was wearing a skin-colored nightdress. This color made her fair skin seem to be coated with a

layer of luster. Her hair was still wet, and the black hair constituted a sharp contrast with her delicate

skin, which made Kieran's heart beat faster.

Sylvie noticed that his gaze was too hot. She snapped, "What are you looking at, I will gouge your eyes

out if you continue to stare at me!"

Kieran's Adam's apple moved. "I pay the money. Can't I see it?"

"No!"

Kieran wanted to say something, but Linda's voice came, "Sylvie, come here."

"Yes."

Sylvie reached out and hung up the video.

He just spoke a few words, and Sylvie hung up the phone. Kieran's face darkened, and he quickly sent

a message to Rowan, "What did Linda mean?"

Rowan replied, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. With Linda's character, she would take a look at anything

you've spent millions on, but just a look, and nothing more."

Kieran was speechless.

Rowan said, "You have taken a look at them. Don't you feel contented?"

Kieran threw the phone away and lay on the king-size bed in the bedroom.

He knew Sylvie was still angry about the twelve billion he gave Yanis. Yanis once saved him, and he

had left the tenderness in his heart for the girl who called him "brother" that night, so he couldn't talk

about that night in front of Sylvie.

And he knew that no matter what he said, she would be angry.

That year he went back to find that girl. When Yanis took out that piece of jade, he actually felt deeply

disappointed and disgusted.

Yanis was dressed up, and she smelt of perfume. Although she was beautiful and sweet on the

surface, her cunny eyes gave her away.

Yanis was not the girl he would like at all.

Sometimes Kieran felt that that night was a dream, that the soft, brave, and strong girl that supported

him was just an illusion.

In his imagination, that should not be some girl like Yanis.

The girl he wanted should be... like Sylvie.

The girl should have the same eyes like Sylvie's, the same look and the same sweet girlish scent like

Sylvie...