"Anyway, you're not young anymore, so take it easy." Bella Scott reminded worriedly.
But there's one honest thing she didn't say, the current Edward Anderson is like a walking weapon of mass destruction, attracting attention wherever he goes, from men and women, young and old. If she didn't have enough self-control, she would probably compliment him every time she saw him, because he's just too handsome.
Fearing he'd become complacent, there's no way she would ever say such a thing.
When Randy Hill came to the hospital, he saw Edward Anderson holding a cigarette that had been brutally crushed.
"Did this cigarette offend Mr. Anderson?"
Edward Anderson's fierce appearance was rare.
Upon seeing Randy Hill, Edward Anderson returned to his usual demeanor, casually throwing the remaining stub into the trash bin: "You're here?"
"There are documents that need Miss Scott's signature." Randy Hill shows the papers in his hand.
