Sierra Moore thought to herself, "Isn't it because you like it that I am so generous?"

Sierra Moore couldn't find the words to complain, and she felt wronged in her heart!

Later, when they continued shopping, Iris May insisted on returning the favor. Sierra Moore could not resist her and had to pick something that was not too expensive for her to pay.

Women went shopping on impulse. When they went out to shop, they were empty-handed. When they went back, they already had a huge shopping haul.

Among the three of them, only Sierra Moore was a junior. All the things they bought were taken by her, and she was almost exhausted to death!

When she called Nathan Shaw, he couldn't leave because of company matters, so he asked Ken to drive them back.

As soon as women went shopping, they seemed to have a revolutionary friendship. Sierra Moore felt that Iris May's and Victoria Shaw's attitudes toward her had changed a little. She thought that if they went shopping a few more times, she would not be as embarrassed as before.

It was already evening when they returned home. The three of them came back carrying bags of various sizes. They really looked like a family.

When they were shopping, Sierra Moore bought gifts for Mr. Shaw, Arthur, and Margaret, and she sent them the things, which made Arthur and Margaret unable to close their mouths.

The gift Samuel Shaw received was a set of four literary treasures. It didn't look expensive, but Sierra Moore put her heart into picking this gift. Samuel Shaw liked it very much.

In the afternoon, Nathan Shaw did not come back yet, so Samuel Shaw pulled Sierra Moore to write calligraphy in the yard. Samuel Shaw had spent his whole life on the battlefield, but his handwriting was very elegant and free.

Sierra Moore helped him grind the ink and praised him from time to time, "Grandpa, you are still strong and vigorous despite your age. Why don't you give me a piece of calligraphy? I will take it back and hang it at home."

Everyone loved to listen to flattery, especially such roundabout praise.

When Mr. Shaw heard this, he couldn't stop smiling and said yes, "Little girl! We've let you feel wronged since you married into our the Shaw Family. I will give you a piece of calligraphy."

Sierra Moore was extremely happy and hurriedly helped him prepare the paper and grind the ink.

With a wave of Samuel Shaw's hand, the five words "a match made in Heaven" appeared on the paper.

Old Master placed the ink brush on the brush rack and asked her while shaking his beard, "Sierra! Do you like this piece? If you don't like it, I will rewrite another one for you."

How could Sierra Moore say she didn't like it?

She was so happy in her heart that she did not forget to flatter him. Her sweet small mouth said, "I like it very much. Thank you, grandpa."

When Iris May saw this from afar, she smiled and said to the person beside her, "I haven't seen Dad smile so happily. Sierra is really capable."

Xiao Jasper smiled and said, "What I am curious about is whether she can really join the Shaw Family."

"What do you mean?" Iris May turned to look at him.

Xiao Jasper said, "Do you really believe what Eldest Brother said? Why hasn't he come back to visit her during the holiday if he had sent her abroad six years ago?"

Speaking of this, Iris May pondered for a moment.

"Indeed. I see that your Eldest Brother is very fond of her, but six years ago, he was indifferent. Your grandfather was so angry, but he only told us she went abroad. If he really liked her, he would not be willing to be separated from her for so long!"

At this time, Iris May suddenly thought of something and asked her son, "I saw that Nate had a close relationship with a girl back then. He met that girl when he was abroad. Maybe he and Miss Moore were not married at all?"

"That's impossible," Xiao Jasper shook his head and said, "Didn't you see the marriage certificate when he took it home?"

The name on the marriage certificate was indeed Sierra Moore. "But..."

"If Nate really likes Sierra so much, then what's going on between him and that woman? And that female star..." Iris May also couldn't understand.

Xiao Jasper looked at Sierra Moore and made a bold guess, "The marriage of these two people was not because of love, but perhaps because of a deal."

"Old Master, dinner is ready," Margaret said as she walked over.

"Alright," Samuel Shaw looked up and asked, "Has the Eldest Young Master returned?"

Margaret said, "Eldest Young Master just called back to say that he had something to do at the company. He won't be coming back for dinner tonight."

Hearing this, Sierra Moore felt her facial expression suddenly change, thinking to herself, "Nathan Shaw wants me to fight alone. This is so mean!"

Sierra Moore felt that she was like an abandoned, pitiful bug. Fortunately, at this time, Margaret added, "Oh, right, Eldest Young Master said that Young Madam's mobile phone was not answered, and he asked you to call him later."

Only then did Sierra Moore remember that when she came back in the afternoon, she threw her bag on the sofa in the living room. Her phone was put inside the bag.

It turned out that Sierra Moore had not been abandoned. She was so grateful that she went to call the Eldest Young Master.

At dinner time, Nathan Shaw was not present. After a meal, Sierra Moore felt like walking on thin ice. She did not dare to look up the whole time. She only ate the plate of green vegetables and tofu in front of her.

After dinner, without waiting for others to gossip about her, Sierra Moore said that she was a little tired and went back to the Eldest Young Master's little mansion with the shopping haul in the afternoon.

When Nathan Shaw came back, he was drunk. It was George Young who personally drove him back. However, George Young did not have the time to come in and sit, because he had to send another drunkard back home.

The drunk person was so heavy. Sierra Moore helped Nathan Shaw back to the room. It took her a lot of effort to throw him on the bed. She was muttering and wondering what kind of social event it was that made him, the big boss, drink like this.

However, it was rare to see Nathan Shaw so quiet. Sierra Moore squatted by the bed and really looked at him for a while. Her finger could not help but poke his handsome face.

Well, although he was not young, his skin was still very good. Even a woman like her was jealous.

She boldly admired the handsome man for a while, but the smell of alcohol on his body made her nauseous.

"Hey, Nathan Shaw, wake up. Go take a shower before you go to sleep!" Sierra Moore frowned in disgust.

Nathan Shaw naturally ignored her and turned around to continue sleeping.

Unable to wake him up, Sierra Moore had to do it herself. First, she took off his clothes and shoes, and then she brought a basin of hot water to wash his body.

Fortunately, when Nathan Shaw was drunk, he didn't go crazy. He obediently lay down and let her toss him around. Even so, it still made Sierra Moore extremely tired.

In the end, when she helped him wash his feet, she was actually still in the mood to laugh at herself, thinking to herself, "This time, I really become a foot-washing maid."

Nathan Shaw's figure was too big. After wiping his body, Sierra Moore was so tired that her legs were weak. She felt that she had just been lying on the bed for a while when she was woken up by someone.

The person around her moved around, his mouth humming and hawing. It was unknown what he was talking about. Sierra Moore called him twice and simply reached out to turn on the lights.

"Nathan Shaw, what's wrong?"

Sierra Moore pushed him on the shoulder, only to see that this person was holding his stomach with both hands and a bent back. There was a painful expression on his face.

Sierra Moore's imagination ran wild as she thought, "Could it be that he had a nightmare?"

"Why does this scene look so familiar?"

"Hey, Nathan Shaw, wake up! Can you hear me?" Sierra Moore asked.

"Mom, don't go..."

Nathan Shaw's mouth moved. His voice was too small to be heard. Sierra Moore stuck her ears close to him and finally heard him call out Mom.

This time, Sierra Moore was shocked. When had she ever seen the Eldest Young Master so weak?

Thinking back to the cases in the news where drinking caused a sudden death, Sierra Moore felt her heart be lifted. She hurriedly picked up the phone and was about to call an ambulance. "Nathan Shaw, don't be afraid. I'll send you to the hospital right away."

Just as the call went out, she heard Nathan Shaw shout, "I'm not going to the hospital!"

"Okay, okay, okay. We won't go to the hospital," Sierra Moore spoke perfunctorily with him, thinking to herself, "He is still so picky even if he is sick." When the call connected, her mind suddenly flashed and she remembered a thing.

On the other side of the line, a gentle female nurse was still asking, "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, I'm fine now."

Sierra Moore hung up the phone and threw it away. She asked him, "Nathan Shaw, are you feeling unwell in the stomach?"

She thought to herself, "Damn it, I should have thought of it long ago."

"Where is the medicine? Where is the medicine?"

Hearing the groan that he tried his best to endure, Sierra Moore felt extremely distressed. She violently swept everything on the bedside table to the ground, and she finally found medicine in Nathan Shaw's coat.

After she fed Nathan Shaw the medicine, the pain was temporarily alleviated, but he was still dizzy and did not wake up. He just bent over and hugged his stomach.

Such a weak posture suddenly evoked a strong maternal love in Sierra Moore's heart.

Thinking about how he had lost his parents so early and was also alone when he was sick, Sierra Moore felt particularly uncomfortable.

"Nathan Shaw, be good! You won't feel comfortable sleeping like this. Come, straighten your legs."

As Sierra Moore coaxed him, she hugged him from behind and placed her hand on his stomach, gently rubbing his stomach. "Nathan Shaw, do you feel better this way?"

Feeling that he was not so resistant anymore and that his body slowly relaxed, Sierra Moore breathed a sigh of relief, put her face on his back, choked with sobs, and said, "Why are you so workaholic when you know you have a bad stomach? Nathan Shaw, are you a pig?"

After Nathan Shaw fell asleep, Sierra Moore got up again in the dark and quietly walked to the door with her phone.

"Hello, Dr. Young. I'm sorry to disturb you so late. I would like to ask, who did Nathan Shaw drink with today?"

Today, when Nathan Shaw went back to discuss a big project, Ryan Holland and Steven Jones went with him.

When they left, the drunk person did not forget to go back to the old house. Ryan Holland was also drunk, so he had to call George Young and ask him to pick up the two drunkards.

After George Young picked up Nathan Shaw and Steven Jones, he drove one back to the House of the Shaws and pulled the other one back to his apartment.

In fact, he had just helped Steven who had terrible alcohol tolerance settle down. When this person was drunk, he was really not obedient and almost tore down George Young's apartment.

After listening patiently, Sierra Moore thanked him and hung up. Then, she found Ryan Holland's phone number in the contact lists.

"Hello?" The man's lazy voice came from the other side.

Sierra Moore did not say anything. Instead, she took a deep breath and shouted into the microphone, "Ryan Holland, are you a pig?"