<b>Chapter </b><b>61 </b>
Two hourster<b>, </b>Brandon respectfully escorted Briar back to her ce next door. He didn’t turn back until he saw the lights <b>on </b>the second
floor of Briar’s vie on.
Briar tossed her phone and Bluetooth earphones carelessly onto the bed, grabbed her pajamas, and headed to the bathroom. <b>Since </b>her phone was still connected to the earphones, she didn’t hear it ringing from inside the bathroom.
Half an hourter, Briar emerged, d in a cute nightgown and toweling her hair dry. She noticed the phone screen lighting up and walked over to pick it up. There were five or six missed calls and several text messages, all from Edgar.
Briar raised an eyebrow and wondered, ‘Has he finally realized I didn’te home, so he’s calling me? Or is it because of the news on the
Shoneport University forum, and he’s been waiting for me to get home to lecture me?
‘But since I still haven’t arrived, he couldn’t help but call?‘
Regardless of the reason, Briar wasn’t interested.
She didn’t even bother to check the content of Edgar’s texts. Instead, she casually pulled her damp hair back, turned on herptop on the
desk, and quickly got to work on the new task she had just received.
An hourter, the task waspleted. After submitting the order information and seeing the additional 3 million dors in her ount, Briar
stretched, closed herptop, and climbed into bed, feeling quite pleased with herself.
She didn’t spare another nce at the phone, which had been flickering on and off at the foot of the bed.
It was already 3:30 a.m., and she needed her sleep.
That night, Briar sleptfortably at Moonspring Estate, while Edgar at the Jennings residence was nearly driven mad by her refusal to
answer his calls.
The next morning, Edgar stormed off to work without even eating breakfast, still fuming.
At seven in the morning, Briar, who had slept for less than four hours, was woken up by the doorbell ringing downstairs.
She grumbled irritably, wriggled out of her cozy bed, and grabbed the phone she had abandoned the night before. She opened the video
surveince to see who had the nerve to disturb her early morning slumber.
However, all her irritation vanished the moment she saw Ashton’s handsome face on the screen. Woken up so early by such a pleasant sight, Briar softened her voice and asked, “Ashton? Good morning?”
Ashton detected the grogginess in Briar’s voice and paused, looking somewhat apologetic through the camera. “Briar, did I wake <b>you </b><b>up</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
“No, I should be getting up for school anyway,” Briar replied, rubbing her face. “What do you need?”
“I’ve prepared breakfast at my ce. Would you like to join me?” Ashton asked.
Briar was taken aback for a moment. She thought to herself, ‘He’s inviting me for breakfast. Why didn’t he just call? <b>Oh</b><b>, </b>I <b>see</b>. <b>My </b>phone was on silent. He couldn’t get through, and that’s why he came over in person?‘
“Sure, give me ten minutes,” Briar replied, not wanting to turn down Ashton’s invitation.
“No rush,” Ashton said with a nod<b>, </b>before turning back and heading away.
Chapter <b>61 </b>
Briar sat there in a daze for a couple of minutes, waiting for her mind to fully wake up.
Then<b>, </b><b>she </b>got out of bed, got dressed, went downstairs, put on her shoes, opened the door, closed it behind her<b>, </b><b>and </b>walked through the open gate next door–all in one smooth, efficient sequence, perfectly within the ten minutes she had promised,
When she entered the dining room, Ashton was already seated at the table. Seeing Briar walk in, dressed in jeans and a <b>white </b>T–shirt, he smiled and waved her over, “Briar,e and have breakfast.”
“Okay,” Briar said as she took her seat. Immediately, a servant ced her breakfast in front of her. It was a delicious seafood stew, some refreshing side dishes, and a few exquisite pastries, all dishes that Briar loved.
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