Andrew clenched and unclenched his fists, over and over, until the two of them stood before him, and he still didn't know what expression to wear.
This directly led to Alan Morgan seeing Andrew with a face full of shock and indecision.
Uh...
What kind of expression is this?
"Co... come in?"
Andrew was stunned for a moment, then handed the room key card to Alan Morgan.
"Thank you, brother."
If it weren't for Andrew, he wouldn't know what would have happened to Shirley Grant.
He was genuinely thankful that Andrew brought Shirley Grant back, returned her to his side.
"No... no need to thank me."
Andrew tried hard to suppress his emotions, telling himself not to care.
"I didn't get much rest, you two sort your things out, I'll leave first."
Saying this, Andrew turned around and went back to his room, gently closing the door.
Shirley Grant turned to look at the now tightly closed door, feeling unspeakably stifled.
"What's wrong?"
