Brandon nced at Marlowe. Marlowe, one year older than Taylor, had fine lines at the corners of his eyes. Despite his age, he still had a charm about him. "What has Bishop been busy withtely?" Brandon asked.


    Marlowe smiled. "What else could he be busy with? It''s all about the hotel matters. What''s the matter? Does he get into trouble outside?"


    "No," Brandon held her hand, his tone gentle, "Give him a call and ask him toe back. I haven''t seen him in a long time."


    Without hesitation, Marlowe got up to call Bishop. After hanging up, she turned to Brandon and said, "He''s already on his way back. Do you want something to eat? If you don''t like pasta, cookies are fine. I will make ginger cookies that you like."@@novelbin@@


    Brandon found it hard to refuse and nodded. Marlowe happily went to the kitchen to make cookies. While the cookies were baking, he finished the cooled pasta. Soon, the very fragrant ginger cookies were ced on the table. Brandon had just sat down and had a few bites when he heard the sound of the door opening. Following that, a tall figure strode into the room. As Bishop changed his shoes at the door, he caught the scent of baking cookies.


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