The Soft-Hearted Wife of Mr. Big Shot

Chapter 281: He Just Loves Spoiling Her

Leo Grant looked coldly at Miles Miller; after all, he’s just someone who provided a chromosome. What qualifies him to be called Holly Sawyer’s father here?

"She’s twenty this year, born in April, named Chloe Miller."

"Born in the year of the horse..."

Miles Miller spoke with a stiff upper lip; he was just guessing, not sure really, after all, so many years have passed.

He never cared about this daughter, so how could he remember these things? Of course he didn’t remember.

"My wife is not named Chloe Miller, she is Holly Sawyer, thank you."

Leo Grant held Holly Sawyer’s shoulder and walked past Miles Miller directly.

Miles Miller tried to reach out to grab, but didn’t succeed.

"Tsk, doesn’t even know the name, what kind of father is that?"

"Is this how people swindle others these days?"

"Weird knowledge has increased a bit."

"..."

The crowd slowly dispersed.

"He’s at a dead end now; forced to resign from the company, and the son he cherished isn’t even his own."

Holly Sawyer slowly spoke, though it sounded quite pitiful, Holly didn’t pity him at all.

He brought it upon himself, reap what you sow.

What’s taken by force will eventually have to be returned.

"Seems rather pathetic."

Leo Grant added lightly.

Yes, it’s pathetic, yet he didn’t feel the slightest sympathy.

"I’ll call Walter Bennett, have him keep an eye on Miles Miller, otherwise our wedding won’t be flawless."

Holly Sawyer suddenly said.

"I’ll handle it."

Leo Grant stopped Holly. He spoke slowly.

Not everything should be left for Holly to handle; otherwise, it’d seem like he’s useless.

"Alright, oh, and don’t let him go see Nancy."

Holly reminded again.

She and Nancy are indeed different. No matter how Miles Miller begs, she’ll always find a way to deal with it.

But Nancy is different; she’d end up branded as unfilial.

Leo Grant made the call, gave a few instructions, and hung up.

"Sometimes, I wish I really didn’t have a father."

Holly Sawyer gazed up at the sky, she spoke slowly.

Yes, that’s what she truly hoped for, but reality isn’t so.

Though Miles Miller’s character isn’t great, he does look decent.

No matter what, Miles Miller is her biological father, which leaves her feeling somewhat conflicted.

Conflicted about having such a father.

"Then pretend you don’t have one."

Leo Grant pulled Holly into his arms, soothing softly.

"Mm."

Holly nodded.

"Wanna have some barbecue skewers?"

The street vendor kept shouting, each cry louder than the last. Leo Grant gently rubbed Holly’s head.

Holly had a real fondness for delicious food; eating good food lifted her mood when she wasn’t happy.

"I do."

A smile bloomed in Holly’s eyes and brows.

Definitely, the allure of delicious food was truly strong.

The alley of the food street was lined with various foods, their aromas wafting through the air.

"I want a meat skewer, a sausage skewer, a lamb skewer, a beef skewer, some chives..."

At the stall, Holly rattled off a few items, all so skillfully.

Leo Grant stood beside Holly, looking at her indulgently.

The barbecue stall owner quickly grilled the skewers, and Holly took them, smiling brightly.

Enjoying good food can heal one’s mood.

"Brother, have one too."

Holly generously shared a skewer with Leo Grant, and the two sat on the street, enjoying the skewers, happily.

No rule says rich people must always adhere strictly, have to go to high-end places.

Being carefree is best, sitting by the street, eating skewers, drinking beer, it’s down-to-earth but particularly mood-lifting.

"Brother, you don’t seem at all like a typical CEO now."

Holly propped her chin, looking at Leo Grant, giggling with eyes full of laughter.

Hmm, Leo Grant, a CEO worth billions, now so grounded, eating street food with her—this picture feels quite at odds.

In her heart, Holly knew many of Leo Grant’s behaviors were influenced by her.

"In front of you, I should be a warm guy."

Leo Grant’s lips curled slightly, spoke slowly with laughter in his voice.

Hmm, he’d rather be Holly’s warm guy, only Holly’s.

"Hmm, but what if I prefer CEOs?"

Holly ate the skewer, lightly blinked, eyes sparkling with laughter.

Leo Grant: "Alright."

Leo Grant suddenly leaned in, kissing Holly’s lips directly.

"Is that dominant enough?"

Leo Grant’s eyes were full of smiles, looking at Holly, slowly asking.

"Hmm, not quite."

Holly murmured.

"Hold on, don’t interrupt my eating."

Seeing Leo Grant’s action, Holly quickly stopped him, she still wanted to enjoy her skewers.

"Seems I’m not as important as the skewers."

Leo Grant spoke slowly, looking somewhat aggrieved.

"No, you’re more important than skewers."

Holly stated seriously, looking at Leo Grant.

"Really?"

"Really."

"You buy me skewers; without you, I wouldn’t have skewers. So, of course, you’re more important than skewers."

Holly lightly blinked, spoke earnestly.

Buying skewers costs money, and the one paying is Leo Grant.

"Seems I’m still less important than skewers."

Leo Grant chuckled helplessly, looked at Holly indulgently.

"Brother, I want candied fruit."

A vendor carrying candied fruit passed by, Holly pointed at the candied hawthorn.

"Buy."

Leo Grant didn’t hesitate, quickly going to buy Holly the candied fruit.

Whatever Holly wanted, he naturally had to buy; making Holly happy was the most important.

"Brother, you really spoil me."

Looking at the candied fruit in her hand, Holly suddenly spoke.

Yes, Leo Grant always spoiled her, as if everything she did was right, treating her so well.

Holly has her little tempers and whims, only previously there wasn’t anyone to spoil them, so she kept them well-hidden. Now there’s someone to spoil, these little temperaments show vividly.

"Silly, because you’re my wife, the most important person in my life."

Leo Grant reached out and pinched Holly’s face, spoke softly with warmth in his voice.

Being good to Holly, pampering her little whims, it’s what he should do.

Marrying a wife is to adore and cherish her, so naturally, he must wholeheartedly shower Holly with goodness.

Holly laughed, her smile especially bright, "Really lucky, you know, being pampered feels so good."

Indeed, being pampered feels really wonderful.