Cassandra changed into black casual clothing. As her head was still wrapped in gauze, she couldn't
wear a hat. If it was in normal times, she would never go out in such shabby look.
She had no choice but to sacrifice herself for the sake of Martin.
Moore had been waiting for her at the door. When he saw Cassandra coming, he looked at Cassandra
from the rearview mirror. The scene that she walked to the door of the operating room from the drizzle
last night flashed through his mind unconsciously.
He admitted that in that kind of situation, other women might not be able to do that. In his eyes, this
woman who was like a loser did seem to have her own differences, but this did not mean that he had
accepted her as Martin's wife.
Cassandra opened the door and sat down on the passenger seat. While fastening the seat belt, she
turned to look at Moore, "Moore, look at the gauze on my head. Is it very ugly? It's too bad for my
appearance."
Moore was speechless.
He couldn't answer this, and every time he heard Cassandra call him "Moore", he felt a little funny, but
it was better than calling him "son".
"By the way, Carlos is also injured. People always say eating what you having been injured to replenish
your strength. Let's buy some pork feet to make soup for him, and make some dishes he likes to eat.
Dr. Kevin said that he was injured in his arm, so there is no need to be afraid of it. What's more, Marcus
said that he wanted to eat sweet and sour spareribs. How could a man like an iron tower like such a
small fresh dish? It's incredible... "
Holding the steering wheel tightly with his hands, the veins on his forehead bulged. It took him a long
time to suppress the impulse to slap her.
He was wrong. Even if this woman really liked Martin and was obsessed with Martin's beauty, he would
never admit that this kind of talkative woman was his stepmother!
This was his last stubbornness!
At the same time, Cassandra had endured it for many times, so she finally didn't ask the question that
had been hovering in her mind for a long time: Am I your favorite stepmother?
In the supermarket.
As soon as the two of them came in, they immediately attracted a lot of attention, and the girls'
screams came from all directions.
"Ah! My dear God, this man is so handsome! "
"He is more than handsome. I'm so handsome!"
"Is this the new star? Why haven't I seen him before? Mom, it's him. I want to marry him! "
"He looks like a noble man, dozens of blocks away from the protagonists of those rubbish brainless
dramas!"
"Don't you see that there is a beautiful woman next to him? Is she his girlfriend? I broke up with my
boyfriend at the speed of light! "
Cassandra was confused and wondered whether these girls were blind or not. She had a good
relationship with Moore as a mother and a son. She was not damn girlfriend.
Hearing that, Moore lowered his eyes. At this moment, he regretted deeply. Why did he agree with
Cassandra to go shopping? And he came to the supermarket with her.
'Are girls nowadays so open?'
"I'm sorry. This is not my boyfriend. This is my son. We are a real mother and son. Don't
misunderstand. He is single. Anyone who wants a phone or a wechat number can go now. As his
mother, I'm very open-minded. Go ahead." Cassandra walked over, with her hands on her hips, and
explained seriously.
In a few seconds, a group of girls rushed over and surrounded him.
"Ouch! Splash! "
"Brother, your mother asked us to get your phone number!"
"Yes, yes. Brother, look at me. I also want to know your name!"
Blue veins stood out on Moore's forehead. However, out of his good education, he couldn't kill a large
group of innocent girls who wanted him dead.
Not far away, Cassandra was taking photos with her mobile phone with a smile. Not to mention that,
Moore was indeed very handsome. Even in the crowd, he was still a handsome man that could be
recognized at a glance.
However, just like his father, this man was a typical noble, cold and beautiful high mountain flower.
Surrounded by so many people, he looked like a human a little.
Well, it seemed that she had to take him to buy more vegetables in the future, so that he could be more
exposed to these fireworks.
It was not easy for Moore to get rid of the girls. Holding back his evil fire, he strode towards Cassandra.
With a newly wrapped vegetables in his hand, Cassandra smiled at him and said, "Well, this is your
favorite food. Do you want to stir fried or vinegar fried?"
Hearing this, Moore was stunned. The anger that had been filled with just now suddenly disappeared
without a trace, and someone was still staring at him with big eyes, as if waiting for his answer.
Moore ground his teeth and said, "Vinegar fried."
"Oh," Cassandra smacked her lips, "Sure enough, you like to be sour."
Moore was speechless.
'Can I kill this bad woman now?'
After the two of them walked a few steps, Cassandra seemed to think of something. She turned around
and stared at Moore seriously, "By the way, some of the girls who came here just now are very
beautiful. Do you like them? I'll get you their phone numbers! "
The anger that Moore had just suppressed instantly burned up again. How did this woman do that?
How could she completely irritate him with only three words?
She must be sent by God to torture him!
Moore didn't want to talk to her anymore and just let her talk about it alone. The two of them walked all
the way, and the shopping cart was full of a lot of things, except for some food materials, most of them
were bought for Martin.
After paying the bill, the two of them came out of the supermarket. With two heavy shopping bags in his
hands, Moore finally understood why such a rough woman like Cassandra dragged him to the
supermarket. That scum woman simply used him as a free labor. Damn it!
When they arrived at the parking lot, Moore put away the shopping bags and then walked to the
driver's seat. For some reason, he always felt that someone was staring at him behind, but there was
nothing behind him.
Was he too nervous?
Without thinking too much, he opened the door and got in the car. Then he started the car and went
back to the hospital.
Not far away from their car, a black Bentley car was quietly parked there. In the driver's seat, sat a man
with short milk gray hair.
Until the car of Cassandra's car disappeared, the man's eyes were still fixed at the exit. His dark purple
eyes were very deep and remote, as if he was trying hard to restrain a kind of looming attachment.
"Cassandra..."
There seemed to be two clusters of flames jumping in the man's eyes. In a vast and fragmented light, it
was as if he would be burned to ashes slowly.
At this time, Cassandra, who was totally unaware of it, sat in the passenger seat and kept
chattering.
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