Sierra Moore shook Nathan Shaw's hand and said, "Nathan Shaw, do you want to know about my past?"

"Why are you suddenly talking about this?"

Not understanding why she suddenly mentioned this, Nathan Shaw looked at her. In fact, he did not want to know about her past, because there was a story of someone else in her past.

Considering his words as a positive answer, Sierra Moore said to herself, "Nathan Shaw, I will tell you everything. In exchange, you will tell me your past, okay?"

It turned out that the exchange was the key!

Nathan Shaw thought to himself, "The person who never likes to use her brain has suddenly become smart today. Is she worried about me?"

Unconsciously, the light in her eyes became gentler. Nathan Shaw raised his hand and rubbed her little head. "I have to think about it!"

"What?" Sierra Moore pouted unhappily. She was willing to use her childhood story as an exchange, but he still had to consider it.

Nathan Shaw enjoyed her awkward appearance and asked her with a smile, "You mind it so much?"

Perhaps because she was angry with Mr. Shaw's proud expression, Sierra Moore raised her neck and denied it, "Of course not. Don't flatter yourself."

Of course, it was not true. She really minded it very much.

Because she did not want to see him frown without speaking. The way he looked now was different from that when he was usually angry.

Nathan Shaw narrowed his eyes, and the temperature in the car plummeted. "Do you want to consider taking back what you just said?"

Sierra Moore was speechless.

"Nathan Shaw, can you not be so overbearing!" Sierra Moore lowered her head and said gloomily.

She really wanted to ask him why he wanted to marry her six years ago.

She remembered that he said he was in trouble at that time, but what kind of trouble was it that he had to find a random woman to marry?

At the thought that he might find someone else to marry, Sierra Moore felt as if her heart was pricked by a needle. The dense pain spread out, leaving her nowhere to hide.

As if to confirm something, she suddenly reached out to grab him and looked at him worriedly. "Nathan Shaw, what happened to you?"

She thought to herself, "How did you become so unfamiliar? I almost can't recognize you."

He suddenly set aside the anger in his eyes. That moment of warmth made Nathan Shaw come to a sudden realization. He suddenly lowered his head and laughed at himself.

He often shut himself in a transparent room in his heart, making people not dare to approach him easily.

But now, the stupid girl was looking at him with a timid look. Her outstretched hand penetrated the sunlight on the transparent room and slowly approached him. He didn't feel cold anymore.

He was no longer alone!

Regarding those that he did not want to face, she would always be by his side.

When he thought about how he would be accompanied by her every day in the future, the corners of Nathan Shaw's mouth couldn't help but curl up. He pinched Sierra Moore's palm and smiled easily this time.

"I'm fine. It's just that I haven't been back for a long time."

One really couldn't hold too much expectation for Sierra Moore's IQ. After listening to Nathan Shaw's words, she suddenly thought to herself, "He wouldn't be homesick, would he?"

After the car got on the mountain, it drove smoothly all the way to the outside of a courtyard with red walls.

Outside the old-fashioned iron door, a bright black Maybach was parked. The door to the driver's seat opened and Ken walked to the back door. He respectfully said to the person inside, "Boss, we have arrived at the the House of the Shaws."

Hearing a response from inside, Ken reached out and opened the car door for them.

Nathan Shaw got out of the car first and glanced coldly at the two guards at the door. His gaze slowly moved and stopped on an old man.

"Arthur, how have you been?"

When Arthur saw Nathan Shaw, he squeezed out a stiff smile on his face and walked over, "Young Master, you are finally back. Old Master has been waiting for you all morning."

Nathan Shaw nodded lightly and turned to pull Sierra Moore out of the car.

The snow hadn't stopped yet. As soon as she got out of the car, the snow fell on her shoulders. The temperature outside the car made her unable to bear it and she frowned.

She rubbed her hands and looked at the courtyard with red walls in front of her with her big eyes. She suddenly had a bad feeling.

Arthur came over to hold an umbrella for them and looked at Sierra Moore curiously, "This must be Miss Moore! If Old Master knew that you could see him, he would be very happy."

This person's facial expression was very stiff. Even Sierra Moore suspected that his words were not credible. She smiled awkwardly at him and said, "Hehe, thank you!"

the House of the Shaws was really big. It was impossible to feel it just from the outside. Sierra Moore only knew after entering that she had to take a car from the main door to the main house.

The car was ready, and Arthur personally opened the door for them. "Eldest Young Master, Miss Moore, please!"

After Nathan Shaw pulled Sierra Moore into the car, Arthur closed the door for them and got into the car. He said to the young driver, "Judy, drive!"

Sierra Moore was originally very nervous, but when she heard the words "Judy" which were homophonic to piglets, she couldn't help but laugh.

The more she thought about it, the more she found it funny, and she felt that it was rude to laugh at someone's name like this, so she covered her mouth and endured it.

"Miss Moore?" Arthur didn't understand. He turned to look at her with an emotionless face.

Sierra Moore trembled even more, and her entire face was buried in her hands. She could not help but laugh.

The worries about returning home were all washed away by her smile. Nathan Shaw sighed dotingly and said to the old man in front of him who looked suspicious, "She's fine. She might have thought of her own kind."

Nathan Shaw thought to himself, "Aren't piglets and bunnies the same kind?

"They are both non-humans!"

This time, Sierra Moore reacted quickly and stopped laughing. She looked at him with her cheeks puffed up. "Nathan Shaw, why are you scolding me!"

"Good girl, I don't mind it," Nathan Shaw lifted the corner of his mouth and said with a slight smile.

"..."

Sierra Moore thought to herself, "Mr. Shaw, can you be any more shameless?"

In front of them, Arthur looked at the interaction between the two in the rearview mirror. The shock in his heart almost could not be hidden. He felt that the Eldest Young Master had changed a little when he came back this time.

He thought that perhaps Old Master would be happy to see the Eldest Young Master's change.

It took about five minutes for the car to reach the main house.

When she got out of the car, Sierra Moore looked at the three-story old villa in front of her. She suddenly remembered the house where the nobles and generals lived in ancient times, which were commonly known as mansions with many courtyards and very high walls.

Sierra Moore tried her best not to show a surprised expression, but in her heart, she couldn't help but feel that the Shaw Family was the real rich!

They entered the living room first, and what entered their eyes was all the antique furniture. Even the fake mountains and fish ponds on the outside were rare for modern elements.

It seemed that Master was a traditional, conservative old man. This was very similar to Sierra Moore's grandfather. She suddenly looked forward to meeting Nathan Shaw's family.

Just as Arthur led the people in, a woman happened to be carrying a plate of snacks out the door and saw them come in.

This was also one of the Shaw Family's seniors. When she saw Nathan Shaw, her eyes were filled with tears. She choked and said, "Eldest Young Master, you're finally back."

Seeing that she was crying, Arthur said to her with a cold face, "Why are you crying when Young Master is back? I will go up to see Old Master. Go to the kitchen and ask them to prepare more favorite food for Young Master."

"Hey, hey, I'll go now. Eldest Young Master, Eldest Young Madam, sit down and rest first. I'll be right back." The woman seemed to listen to Arthur very much. She wiped her tears and left.

Because Sierra Moore was curious about the House of the Shaws, she ignored the old woman's address for her for a moment.

Although Sierra Moore was full of curiosity and doubt, she did not say a word and just obediently followed Nathan Shaw.

Nathan Shaw was not surprised by her performance. After all, she actually grew up in a literary family. How could a child taught by such a family be uncivil?

After they left, Sierra Moore began to look around curiously.

Nathan Shaw looked at her gently and said, "Arthur and Margaret are both seniors of the Shaw Family. Just call them that way."

"Alright, I understand." Sierra Moore nodded and sat down beside him.

Her eyes were not idle for a moment. She looked left and right, and her eyes were getting brighter and brighter. Her eyes were like an appraisal instrument. She estimated that there were many antiques here!

She thought to herself, "It's a wealthy and influential family. Definitely."

The teacups on the table were made of green-glazed porcelain. The tea in the cups was just brewed by Margaret. Nathan Shaw tried the temperature through the cup before stuffing it into her hand. "You have not yet recovered from the cold. Drink more hot water."

Sierra Moore took a sip and handed it to him. Nathan Shaw did not care. He took the teacup and put it down.

There were fresh fruits on the fruit plate on the table. He looked at them and asked Sierra Moore, "What do you want to eat?"

"Tangerine," Sierra Moore said as she glanced at the fruits.

Mr. Shaw nodded and picked up a tangerine to peel. This scene happened to be seen by Margaret who walked in from the door.

This senior of the Shaw Family couldn't help but change her expression. She sighed in her heart, "When has the Eldest Young Master of the Shaw Family ever served someone like this?"

She hurried over and said, "Eldest Young Master, let me do it!"

"No need."

Nathan Shaw peeled a piece of tangerine and fed it to Sierra Moore. He said to the person standing in front of him, "Has Margaret been well?"

Margaret nodded, "Alright. Arthur and I are both in good health. Old Master is also in good health, but he is worried about you. Although he doesn't say it, we can all see it. Kid, why don't you at least show some humility?"

As she spoke, she began to wipe her tears again. Sierra Moore watched this scene with relish. As Sierra Moore ate the tangerine peeled by the Eldest Young Master, she began to imagine the image of Nathan Shaw as an unfilial grandson.

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

After Margaret left, Sierra Moore quietly tugged at Nathan Shaw's sleeve. When he turned around, she asked, "Nathan Shaw, do you have a bad relationship with your grandfather?"

"What do you want to say?" Nathan Shaw was not very satisfied with her gloating just now. He glanced at her coldly.

"Speaking of which, what kind of person is your grandfather? Do you think he won't like me?" Sierra Moore refused to give up and asked him.

She couldn't be blamed for being worried. Ever since she entered this manor, she had felt that the atmosphere was strange. She felt uncomfortable all over. How could she be certain?

"Samuel Shaw."

Nathan Shaw lightly spat out these three words. Looking at the dazed person tilting her head, he slowly cleared away the fog in his eyes. He added, "He's my grandfather."

"Xiao... Chief Shaw is your grandfather?" This time, Sierra Moore was completely scared silly. She opened her mouth, but there was no other expression on her face. Her buttocks were moving restlessly.

She had always known that Nathan Shaw's family background was not ordinary. She even suspected that he was an illegitimate son of a certain underworld boss, but she never thought that he was actually Samuel Shaw's grandson.