CHAPTER 469: CHAPTER 469: HE’S A RUDE PERSON

Warren Prescott noticed that since entering the restaurant, Ashley Shaw hadn’t spoken much.

He thought to himself, it seems she isn’t interested in me, no wonder I haven’t been able to win her over.

But now, hearing Ashley Shaw say, "You’re not fully recovered yet," his eyes immediately lit up.

This is showing concern for him!

So it seems the reason she wasn’t talking much was because she was shy.

After affirming his guess in his heart, Warren said, "I originally wanted to participate, but my dad explained the situation to the school ahead of time, so while everyone else was doing military training, I was just studying."

At this point, he added, "But I did attend the morning exercises and military stances every day."

Ashley Shaw nodded, "A bit of exercise shouldn’t be a big deal... but I don’t use sunscreen, so I might not have a brand to recommend."

Warren was just making conversation; he had no real interest in sunscreen.

Now that he heard that, he was suddenly worried that Ashley Shaw would think he was being fussy, a grown man worrying about sunscreen?

A tan is a badge of honor for guys like them.

But he couldn’t get a tan naturally, unless he did a fake tan; otherwise, he couldn’t get that brown color.

He thought about it and quickly replied, "No worries, I was asking for my assistant. He’s been busier than me lately, and he’s noticeably tanned. I’m not fond of using sunscreen."

Ashley Shaw nodded and then inquired about Grandpa Prescott.

"Does your business, does Grandpa Prescott know about it? Have you seen him?"

She didn’t dare ask outright, afraid that if Grandpa Prescott didn’t know yet, she’d give it away by asking.

Moreover, Grandpa Prescott hadn’t reached out to her either, and she had no way to suss it out.

She only heard Warren say, "Saw him yesterday."

Ashley Shaw grew nervous, worried that something might have happened to Warren and scared Grandpa Prescott, so she immediately fixed her eyes on him and asked, "What was Grandpa Prescott’s reaction?"

As she spoke, she subconsciously leaned in a bit towards him.

There were actually two empty seats between them, quite some distance, yet Warren still caught a whiff of a pleasant fragrance.

It was a... very nice scent.

His heartbeat... was all over the place.

It must be an instinctive physical reaction because at this moment, he wasn’t familiar with Ashley Shaw, let alone fond of her, just acting and reacting instinctively.

Luckily, he quickly snapped back, returning to normal in an instant.

"Before going to see Grandpa that day, I discussed it with my dad and ultimately decided not to tell him the truth."

Ashley Shaw nodded, "I also think it’s best not to tell him, after all, you’re fine now... though you have amnesia, the doctor said it should recover in three or four months at most."

Warren thought, she’s quite well-informed about his situation.

This should also be a way of showing concern.

It seems his past self wasn’t entirely insignificant in Ashley Shaw’s eyes.

Warren lightly calmed his breath, just as he was about to think of how to continue, he realized that when it came to Grandpa, Ashley Shaw had so much more to say.

So he continued with Grandpa Prescott’s topic, "It was only after seeing Grandpa, I almost gave it away."

As expected, Ashley Shaw’s eyes widened slightly.

His lips curled into a subtle, indistinct smile as he said, "I don’t know why, but after I entered the room and greeted him, he said he was a bit thirsty. I got up to pour him a drink, and he asked if I’d gotten my brain caught in the door..."

Ashley Shaw couldn’t help but laugh out loud, but quickly stifled the laughter.

"And then?"

"Maybe I’m quite smart, realizing I might not have done these things before, I said I’d been working overseas for a while, having gone through a lot, and suddenly realized how immature I used to be, so my personality’s mellowed a lot."

"And then?"

"Then he said, ’You rascal, finally grown up a bit,’ hoping I wouldn’t anger him again in the future."

While saying this, he intentionally mimicked Grandpa’s tone and demeanor, causing Ashley Shaw’s lips to curl into a smile.

"And then what?" she asked.

"Then, my dad called, as we’d agreed, to call me within ten minutes after meeting Grandpa to avoid me talking too much and giving it away."

Ashley Shaw made a sound of acknowledgment, as long as she knew Grandpa didn’t know Warren had been in danger, then everything was all good.

"By the way, have you adapted to your new school?"

"I have adapted."

Warren then asked, "Studying medicine is tough, what made you decide to study medicine?"

Ashley Shaw said, "It just came to me suddenly."

She wasn’t intentionally giving a vague answer, it’s just that explaining was too complicated, involving her mother’s past, she’d rather gloss over it.

"Oh..." Warren figured it out, she was only keen to bring up topics related to Grandpa.

He had no choice but to steer the conversation back to Grandpa.

"Can you tell me how I used to get along with Grandpa?"

After a pause, worried that her answer would be too brief again, he added, "I’m worried I’ll give it away next time I see him. You know, people can’t change overnight, even if my explanation was good at that time, Grandpa is a smart person, so I need to do my homework."

Ashley Shaw understood well.

Indeed, Grandpa Prescott is a very astute person.

Perhaps things passed by unnoticed yesterday, but the second encounter, if Warren maintained the same polite demeanor—so far, their interaction was completely unlike before.

By then, Grandpa would definitely become suspicious.

So she said, "Have you seen those street punks?"

Warren didn’t know why she suddenly brought this up, shook his head and said, "For now... haven’t had the chance to, but I can guess what they’re like."

"Exactly." Ashley Shaw nodded, "You used to be just like what you’re imagining."

"..."

Was she saying he was one of those street punks hanging around?

His facial expression immediately froze, not knowing what to say.

But Ashley Shaw was quite natural about it, since she was speaking the truth.

She didn’t notice the change in Warren’s expression and, ticking off on her fingers, continued, "You would never help someone pour a drink or voluntarily do things for others. So, next time you see Grandpa Prescott, don’t pour him any drink, anything that can be done by others, don’t do it yourself."

"..."

"And, you never called Chairman Prescott ’Dad’ before, so in front of Grandpa, never call him that."

"How did I call him before?"

Ashley Shaw pondered for a moment and said, "Chairman Prescott, or just by his name, or sometimes you’d call him an old man."

"..." Warren’s lip twitched, this time he couldn’t even manage a straight face.

So, he was such an impolite person??

And Assistant Lowell didn’t mention any of this.

But then again, what assistant would dare to tell him these things directly like Ashley Shaw does?