My Fair Stunner

Chapter 143 I Don't Want to Be Your Friend

Chapter 143 I Don't Want to Be Your Friend

Colin fixed her with a lustful stare.

Faye glanced at him indifferently and packed the medicine box. "Stay in the bed. Don't move around."

"Honey, my wound is aching," Colin pretended to miss her real meaning.

Faye put away the medicine box and turned back to him. "I must remind you. Don't call me that way

when we're alone."

Colin propped himself on one elbow, with his collar hanging open.

Faye looked away from him and took her pajamas out of the closet.

A sort of hungry look flashed across Colin's eyes. "OK, honey," he said cheekily.

Faye still kept a straight face. The style of her new pajamas was just conservative with long sleeves

and long pants.

Seeing her come out of the bathroom in the pajamas, Colin didn't say anything.

He knew Faye didn't want to lure him.

Faye thought Colin just held a passing infatuation to her because of her beauty, but she was wrong.

He had kept her in his heart for the past many years and missed her terribly, and needed to relieve the

feelings he had held inside.

Faye went to bed, leaning back and looking at her cellphone.

Since Colin announced he was fond of Faye online, the actresses of Farrell Media had restrained

themselves, including those big troublemakers.

The other day, she called Galen and asked if there was any tricky issue in the PR department recently.

Galen said, "Ms. Nash, as a matter of fact, we have nothing to do these days. The biggest issue we've

dealt with recently is that an actress sprained her foot while walking the red carpet." It brought Faye to

laugh.

After that, she told Galen not to let down her guard.

Faye read the recent rumors about Farrell Media's celebrities on her cellphone, thinking about the thing

that happened in the Conda Area.

She thought, "Even if we can't find more clues from the old man, one thing is clear. The deaths of Daisy

and Shepard must have something to do with the Farrells.

Lost in thought, Faye heard Colin's deep voice. "Are you thinking about the thing that happened in

Conda Area?"

"Where do you think the old man was hidden?" Faye asked.

Colin said, fiddling with a piece of wood, "It's hard to say."

Faye looked down at the wood, not knowing what it was exactly. "Who do you think is the most

suspicious, Blaine or Tiffany?" she continued to ask.

Colin turned around the wood and sneered, "Neither of them is innocent."

Colin gave a mocking smile. "Exactly."

Hearing that, Colin tilted his head toward her, smiling. "Good, you've improved a little. Now you dare to

speak your heart out in front of me."

Faye smiled. "I said that I regarded you as my friend and I really meant it."

"But I don't want to be your friend." Colin gave her a cheeky grin.

When Faye remained silent, he threw the wood to her. "Do you like it?"

Faye picked up the wood and watched it. It was a rectangular black wood, and its shiny surface told it

had good quality. "Is it a nameplate?" she asked.

"Yes, I just got it. It hasn't been carved."

"I have little knowledge about this thing," Faye said.

"If you like the wood, I'll have it carved into your statue."

Faye looked at him, puzzled. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Colin tapped his fingers on his lap casually, saying, "I'll carry it with me every day."

Faye was speechless.

When it was time for bed, Faye lay close to the edge of the bed deliberately.

Colin didn't force her to be closer to him, afraid he would make her feel pressured and cause her

disease to get worse.

Early the next morning, Colin and Faye got up almost at the same time.

Standing by the basin for two, they brushed their teeth and washed their faces while talking about

business.

Colin said that the company would recruit a new batch of entertainers and told Faye to be careful about

it.

Faye swirled water around her mouth and spat it out. she looked up at Colin. "Before signing them up,

we shall look into their morals. If he or she has a moral blot, they would be big trouble even if they get

famous."

Colin looked down at her and wiped off the toothpaste at the corner of her mouth gently. "Faye, are you

still a little kid?"

Faye blushed with embarrassment. Before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Farrell, Mr. Farrell, have you gotten up? York said there's an emergency at the Farrells' house."