Chapter 398

Nathan sat in the driver's seat, wanting to open his mouth to persuade, but did not know what to say.

Sometimes the fool's mind is very sensitive, if he said the wrong thing, it would not be good to make a mistake.

"Nathan, do you think the wife likes me?"

His voice was muffled, and he closed the window and lowered his lashes.

Did Madam like Boss? If it had been the old Boss, maybe there was a little bit of liking, but if this was the current one, he couldn't really say.

His hesitation was denial in Matthew's eyes, and his heart instantly ached, the kind of pain that quickly spread throughout his body.

"Is it someone else she likes?"

His voice began to rasp, and his eyes filled with unease, his hands resting on his knees, both balled into small fists.

"Boss, Madam does like you, don't think too much."

The more he advised, the more counterproductive it was.