Betrayed by Fiance, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon-Chapter 80: She Might Fall Into His Trap

After calming his anger, Sawyer gently answered, "Yes, I remember you mentioned your landlord. What agreement did he specify in the contract?" Sawyer deliberately asked again, pretending not to know.

"Well, there isn’t a written agreement. But Mr. Peters verbally asked me to clean his house occasionally so that when he moves back in, it’s as clean as when I first came here. Even though I want to ignore it because I’m exhausted, I feel like I can’t because I promised him."

"That Mr. Peters is too much. How dare he expect you to keep that promise?" Sawyer gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his anger.

Abigail let out a silent, deep sigh, hearing Sawyer’s frustration.

"Abby, do you want me to talk to him? I could offer him a new deal. Or... would you like me to buy the entire house? That way, you can stay there as long as you like and don’t have to clean the house for him."

Sawyer swallowed hard. His anger toward Ronan almost made him reveal his identity, but he couldn’t back out now. He felt sorry for Abigail having to clean that house alone.

Abigail laughed at his sudden offer. She knew Sawyer could do that, but she didn’t take it seriously; he must have just been trying to make her smile.

"Sawyer, can you really do that? I mean, houses in this area aren’t cheap," she asked, playing along.

Sawyer chuckled, "Abby, do you forget who your future husband is?"

"Mr. Sawyer Jones? When did I agree to become your wife?" she teased.

"Maybe... now?" Sawyer said with a goofy smile as he rubbed his eyebrow, hoping to tease her again. She might admit to it, right?

"Abby, once you agree to accept me, I will buy the entire property and kick Peters out for you. That way, you won’t have to clean the house for him anymore. I’ll hire someone else to do it. How does that sound?"

Abigail could only laugh. She didn’t want to entertain Sawyer’s jokes any longer; otherwise, she might fall into his trap and say what he wanted to hear.

"That sounds like a good plan, Mr. Jones, but no, thank you," Abigail chuckled when she heard him growl. "Well, I actually enjoy cleaning. It helps me to quickly destress afterward. So it’s not a big deal for me to tidy up this small place."

Her soft laughter did little to ease Sawyer’s annoyance toward Ronan. However, he would make sure Ronan calls Abigail to let her know she no longer has to clean the house, as he had decided Ronan would never set foot on the rooftop again.

"Alright, don’t tire yourself, Abby. You can wait for me; I will help you," Sawyer said, noticing an old woman with short gray hair standing at the entrance, gazing at his car.

"Haha. Thanks for your kind offer, Sawyer. No need to worry about me... But if you want to come over, I will not reject you," she replied.

A wide smile graced Sawyer’s face upon hearing Abigail’s last words.

"I’ll let you know when I get there, Abby," he said.

"Mr. Jones," Abigail’s tone became serious. She knew she couldn’t keep him on the phone much longer. He needed to meet his grandparents.

"I need to clean up now, and you need to meet your grandpa, right?"

Sawyer smiled wryly. He didn’t want to go into his Grandpa’s house because his father was also inside. But he couldn’t leave now; his grandma already knew about his arrival and was waiting at the entrance.

After talking with Abigail for a few more seconds, he finally ended the call and stepped out of the car to greet his grandma.

...

Seeing the tears in his grandmother’s eyes made Sawyer feel terrible for showing up after such a long time. His absence wasn’t because of his lack of love for his grandparents; instead, it stemmed from his reluctance to face his father and brother.

Sawyer suspected that someone in the household must inform his father whenever he arrived; just like now, he also came.

That’s why, lately, he has tried to stay away from their house; he wants to avoid encounters with his father.

Sawyer fitted himself into his grandmother’s warm embrace.

"Grandma, you look younger. Your skincare routine is working!" He tried to lighten his grandma’s mood with his humor.

Martha Dawson chuckled at her grandson’s playful compliment. After hugging him tightly, she looked up and asked, "My dear Sawyer, you finally showed up. Where have you been?"

"Grandma, I missed you too," Sawyer replied, ignoring her question. He didn’t want to explain anything about what he was doing out there to her.

Martha smiled as she took Sawyer’s hand and led him inside.

"Grandma missed you more. Hurry, hurry, come in! Your grandpa has been waiting for you since dawn. He couldn’t sleep after you told him you would visit this morning."

Sawyer remained silent, a slight smile flickering in his gaze as he followed his grandmother into the spacious family room. The room was surrounded by glass walls, which allowed ample light to flood in and brighten the space.

As he entered the room, a wave of nostalgia enveloped him, his mind filled with memories from his teenage years. He had spent countless moments in this house, often preferring to stay with his grandparents rather than at his parents’ home. He had spent his entire youth in this house before finally moving into his own place.

"Brat, you finally came home..." Nathaniel stood to welcome Sawyer.

"Grandpa," Sawyer grinned as he accepted his grandfather’s warm hug. "I read the news. You have a health problem. But here I am now, looking at you, and you look as healthy as me..." he said with a smile, but his smile faded when his grandfather gave him a sharp glare. freёweɓnovel.com

Sawyer ignored his Grandpa’s annoyance as he settled beside Grandma.

As he watched Sawyer take his seat, Nathaniel’s stiff expression softened. "I’m better," he replied, "But someone might not be..." He gestured for Sawyer to look beside him.