My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Chapter 61 She Is Not Coming Home Tonight

Linda was a superstar now. Wherever she went, she would be secretly photographed by the paparazzi,

so today she was wearing a very low-key dress.

Linda was wearing a white T-shirt with a black shirt outside and a small tassel bag. It was just a simple

outfit, but it looked fashion on Linda, making her look energetic. The two slender legs were very long

and very pleasant to the eye.

Afraid that people could recognize her, Linda was wearing a cap, and her tawny curly hair hung

languidly over her shoulders. Her nice face was decorated with a pair of wide sunglasses. She dressed

in a low-key way, but her bright red lips and white teeth immediately attracted the attention of the

passers-by in the airport.

Sylvie waved her hand, her mood was getting good, "Linda, here."

Linda raised her eyes and hurried over. She reached over and pinched Sylvie's beautiful face. "Sylvie, I

haven't seen you in a few days, and you are becoming charming."

Sylvie was quickly amused. "You too."

Miranda Cooke, Linda's agent, pushed the suitcase. She saw many people taking out their mobile

phones to take pictures. This combination of the two beauties was so eye-catching that she had to

remind them to stop complimenting. Miranda said, "Linda, Miss Shaw, it's too showy. Let's get in the

car."

"Okay."

Sylvie and Linda went out of the airport lobby. A senior babysitter car was ready to pick them up.

Miranda put her suitcase on it.

"Sylvie, let's get in." Linda took Sylvie into the car.

Kieran's deep, magnetic voice came from behind them. "Where are you going? I'll give you a lift."

Linda turned around, reached out her small hands and took off the large sunglasses hanging on her

face, revealing her bright, beautiful face. She looked Kieran up and down with her vigilant eyes, much

like a girl measuring a man who was courting her. And then she raised her lips and said, "I've heard so

much about you, Mr. Lowe."

Linda looked at Miranda and said, "I didn't expect that when I just came back to H City, I could have the

luck, because of Sylvie, to have you picked us up. Miranda, go back first. Mr. Lowe will be the driver for

Sylvie and me. Mr. Lowe, please send my luggage to the Breeze Garden."

Miranda nodded, "Okay."

Kieran gently pulled open the rear door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom. "Please."

Sylvie got into the car, and Linda quickly approached her, winked and said, "Sylvie, good taste. Mr.

Lowe is a mature and restrained man. It is such a delight to see him."

Sylvie didn't want to get back in the car. After all, Kieran and Sylvie had been so upset by a kiss.

Hearing what Linda's ambiguous meaning, her delicate earlobes turned red and she said, "Linda, what

are you talking about?"

At this time, Kieran got back into the car, and the conversation between the two women ended as Linda

raised her eyebrows.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom set off smoothly toward the Breeze Garden. Sylvie looked at Linda beside

her and said, "Linda, how long will you stay this time?"

Linda had a busy schedule in the past two years. Apart from film shooting, she also had a lot of

business activities, including attending the quarterly fashion T shows of luxury brands.

Linda thought for a moment, "I won't leave until I help you settle down those bitches."

Linda looked up at Kieran in the driver's seat. "Mr. Lowe, I heard you spent $1.2 billion on Yanis. Sylvie,

a kind girl, has a good personality and won't hit anyone, but I'm different. If I beat that bitch, would you

feel distressed?"

Kieran lifted his eyes and peered at Linda in the rearview mirror, then settled on Sylvie's calm glare. "I

don't know her well," he said. "you can do whatever you want."

It sounded that he deliberately said to Sylvie, who avoided his eyes.

At this moment, Linda took Sylvie's arm and said, "Sylvie, we haven't seen each other for a long time.

Please don't go back tonight. Come back with me to the Breeze Garden and keep me company."

Before Sylvie could speak, Kieran in front of her quickly looked up. "That's not good, right?"

"Why?"

"I remember you just met in Sanya, and it hasn't been a long time."

"One day apart is like three years away. Mr. Lowe, Sylvie just takes a leave. You're allowed to spend

1.2 billion dollars on a beauty, but Sylvie is not allowed to spend time with her girlfriend. That's not fair."

Kieran felt her head aching. He knew Linda was doing this on purpose. "If Sylvie doesn't come back,

there will be a lot of people who will miss her, such as grandma, Kitty..."

Linda ignored relentlessly, "That's their business."

Kieran stopped talking. His deep, narrow eyes fell on Sylvie's face, burning and gloomy.

Sylvie, of course, knew what he meant. He forbade her to accompany Linda. He asked her to go home.

How could the CEO of the Lowe Family take grandma and Kitty as excuses? This was his cover.

Sylvie nodded. "Okay, Linda, I'll come with you, Mr. Lowe. Tell grandma that I won't go home tonight."

Kieran took his eyes off her. He looked out the window at the bright neon sign, then said coldly. "Just

one night. I will pick you up tomorrow."

"No way. How long Sylvie stays with me depends on Sylvie's mood." Linda said.

The man in front did not speak again, because the protest would be invalid. It was like taking away

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Sylvie glanced up at Kieran in front of her. There was no emotion in his handsome face. The sleeves of

his white shirt were rolled up, and his big hands with expensive watches were on the steering wheel.

He was focusing on the driving, elegantly and attractively.

Sylvie knew he was angry, because she saw him reach up and unbutton a shirt button, and there was

an invisible dissatisfaction and gloom over him.

Sylvie looked away.

The Breeze Garden community.

Sylvie and Linda got out of the car. Linda politely thanked Kieran, "Thank you, Mr. Lowe. Goodbye, Mr.

Lowe." and then walked off with Sylvie without returning her hand.

As they got on the elevator, Linda said proudly, "Mr. Lowe seems to be angry, but he deserves it. As

your bestie, if I don't vent it out for you, who will?"

Sylvie indeed didn't want to talk to Kieran for a while. It was good for both of them to take a break.

When the two of them entered the apartment, Linda smiled and turned around, "It seems that Mr. Lowe

was very satisfied with the night you went back from Sanya. You didn't see the look on Mr. Lowe's face

when I asked you not to go home just now in the car. If you hadn't supported me, I would have been

afraid."

Sylvie's white earlobes turned red. "We didn't do anything."

"Seriously, Sylvie, tell me how your relationship is going now?"

"We..." Sylvie evasively hesitated, "We just... kiss..."