Drowing In Mr. Scott's Love

Chapter 59 A Different Gentleman

Abby Miller suddenly felt that she had asked something that she shouldn't have. Otherwise, she

wouldn't be so awkward now.

"All right, I won't embarrass you, but we're going to have a celebration later. Abby, let's go with us."

Seeing that she was in a dilemma, Edward Kent said considerately.

"No, Senior. I'm here to congratulate you on your successful performance. I have to go home quickly."

Abby Miller shook her head and refused, and subconsciously took two steps back.

"Are you kidding? Now I'm afraid of being caught by Richard Scott. If I go to dinner with them, doesn't

Richard peel off my skin?"

"Little sister, do you know Edward? Tell me, how did you meet?"

The bassist wearing a baseball cap suddenly squeezed in front of Edward Kent and looked at Abby

Miller curiously.

"It's the first time Edward has invited a girl. Little sister, please do him a favor."

The blue-haired guitarist stuck his head out from behind her and encouraged her with a grin.

Abby Miller shook her head. "No, you guys just go. I really have to hurry home."

"It's still early, and it's not too late for dinner."

Edward Kent blinked. His gentle gaze was irresistible.

"Yeah, we won't eat you in broad daylight."

Edward Kent glared at the bassist with a smile. "Don't scare Abby."

"Abby? So Abby is your name. Why does that name sound so familiar... What's your relationship with

Edward He called you so intimately."

Seeing Abby Miller's lowered head, Edward Kent covered the bassist's mouth and pushed him aside.

"Stop it."

The three boys were joking, and the drummer girl who had been neglected on the side looked worse

and worse.

She took a step forward and stood between Edward Kent and Abby Miller. She looked coldly at Abby

Miller and asked in an unfriendly tone, "Edward, who is this woman? Shouldn't you introduce her?"

This female drummer was quite beautiful. Not only was she tall and hot, but her facial features were

also very delicate. It was her long golden curly hair that made her look a little more unruly.

She was glaring at Abby Miller domineeringly with a strong hostility.

Abby Miller was confused. She was sure that it was the first time to see this girl, and she hadn't

offended her. Where did her hostility come from?

The drummer looked at her and gave her a defiant look

"Well, let me introduce her to you. Her name is Abby Miller, a junior in school."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little tense, Edward Kent stood out and said timely.

"Ah-I remember now. You're Abby Miller. No wonder your name sounds so familiar. So that's what the

girl who had fascinated Edward recently looks like. Good eye, you're a beauty."

The bassist came over and sized Abby Miller up. He clicked his tongue in admiration.

"In this case, you should celebrate with us. Today is Edward's first performance on stage. How can you

not go on such a memorable day? If you go, Edward will be happier."

The guitarist earnestly invited Abby Miller as well.

Abby Miller frowned with a little embarrassed. She glanced at Edward Kent and found that he was

standing aside with a smile, looking at her expectantly.

"Alright!"

She finally agreed after a long period of hesitation.

Before they left, Abby Miller looked up at the sky. It was still morning. Richard Scott wouldn't go back

for a while.

The last time she had been knocked down by a motorcycle, Edward had sent her to the infirmary and

bandaged her up. She didn't thank him well

This time, the celebration after his first performance on stage was indeed difficult to refuse.

Abby Miller sighed in her heart. "Why do I have so many reasons that I can't resist?"

Abby Miller reminded herself that she had to find an excuse to leave soon. She couldn't be too late.

Otherwise, if Richard Scott, Richard, suspected her and checked her whereabouts, and found that she

was with Edward Kent, she would be doomed.

Although the relationship between her and senior was very pure, but... "Is Richard a reasonable

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If she stayed with any male for two more seconds, he would think that she had violated the 'Code of

Private Goods'.

Recalling how terrifying Richard Scott could be when he was angry, Abby Miller couldn't help shivering.

Abby Miller didn't expect that this meal took so long because she was invited to visit their music room.

Unexpectedly, their band was so good that it didn't look like a temporary student group at all. All kinds

of equipment were available.

Moreover, when Edward Kent introduced all kinds of equipment and plans, his expression and eyes

were different from usual.

It could be seen that he had spent a lot of effort on this band.

Abby Miller had never imagined that Edward Kent, such a gentle man, would like to play in the band.

As a result, after delaying for a while, when she finally got rid of the two enthusiastic musicians and

asked to go home, it was already dark.

Abby Miller got out of the taxi and looked at the brightly lit villa. She hovered at the door for a minute.

She craned her neck and looked inside with fear.

Even though she knew that even if Richard Scott was at home, he wouldn't stand in the yard, she still

felt fearful.

After a few deep breaths and some mental exercises, she tiptoed into the villa.

As she tried not to make any sound, she prayed silently in her heart that she would not meet Richard.

Otherwise, she would die horribly.

When they went out to buy things, not allowing the steward to send people to follow them was already

against Richard Scott's orders.

As a result, she had been gone for a day and did not come back until this time. If Richard Scott found

out these crimes, he would punish her in a new way.

Recalling the previous punishments, Abby Miller still felt a lingering fear.

She wailed in her heart, "I didn't do it on purpose. God, please bless me to survive today."

In the future, I will never forget the 'Code of Private Goods'!

But... God didn't hear her prayer at all. As soon as she slipped into the hall, Abby Miller heard someone

ask, "You still know to come back?"

The voice was bone-cold, without a drop of temperature or fluctuation.

Abby Miller's legs were so weak that he almost sat on the ground.

It was Richard. "It's so late. Why isn't he sleeping?" She was so unlucky to have been caught on the

spot.