Run Away After Flirting: Get Lost, Mr. Attorney! Chapter 60: Attorney Spencer Regrets It

"I’ve been injured for a while and need soone to take care of . I got hurt because of you, so co over and look after until I’m better," Elias Spencer said.

She pinched the man’s perfectly shaped chin with one hand, leaned in slightly, and chuckled,

"Bull... Don’t think I don’t know what you’re scheming. You want to move in with you so I can’t get close to Ian Sterling, right?

If I dare to get a bit closer to him, you’ll definitely tell him we’re living together, won’t you?"

Elias Spencer heard her words, a slight smirk on his lips. He glanced down at the hand clawing his chin, suddenly grabbed it and pulled her into his arms. He raised an eyebrow,

"Am I that kind of person?"

"Who knows who ran to the bar the other night just to cause trouble? What kind of person is Attorney Spencer?"

She scoffed as she tried to stand up, but his arm held her tightly. She lightly slapped the back of his hand.

"..." Elias Spencer said nothing.

"Are you trying to steal Summit’s legal representation, or can you just not stand to see another man around doing better than you?" Sumr prodded, trying to uncover his true intentions.

He released his grip, gave her a deep look, picked up a cigarette from the table, and leaned back in his chair, lighting it without answering her question.

Watching him puff on the cigarette in silence, maintaining that irritatingly aloof deanor, she angrily stood up from his lap, still puzzled about this man’s purpose in causing trouble.

That morning, her mom had suddenly called and said she’d already bought the house. The money was paid! Sumr’s lips twitched—

Did she have to be in such a rush?

Great, now moving is inevitable.

"By the way, am I going to buy the furniture and appliances, or will you co with ?" Mrs. Nolan asked.

"Why don’t you go by yourself? I’m busy," Sumr replied helplessly.

"Transfer the money then; I’ve run out of funds."

Sumr had no choice but to send her mom another five million, with the reminder, "Don’t buy anything too expensive, be economical!"

"Got it, don’t worry, Ian said he knows soone in that industry who can give us a bigger discount."

That morning, Mrs. Nolan went with Ian Sterling to sign for the house. She had called him herself to help review the purchase contract.

Elias Spencer froze slightly upon hearing her mother’s words over the phone... Who is Ian?

Ian? Sumr was stunned to hear her mom refer to Ian Sterling so affectionately. She glanced at the man across from her, not wanting him to know about this, intentionally lowering her voice,

"Why are you involving him again?"

"He said he wasn’t busy this morning. Let tell you, he was even driving a Rolls-Royce! Tsk tsk... Such amazing conditions!

I find him not only gentle but also gentlemanly, mature and stable, and he seems interested in you. Where else will you find such a great guy?

You absolutely must..." Mrs. Nolan’s words were cut off when Sumr imdiately interrupted her, "Mom, I’m busy, just handle the furniture by yourself."

She hung up the phone, sneaked a guilty glance at the man across from her, seeing him staring at her, coughed lightly, lowered her gaze, and feigned ignorance, continuing with her work.

She wasn’t afraid of this man usually, but feared he’d keep coming back to cause trouble!

Elias Spencer’s eyes darkened slightly as he looked at her. Even though she deliberately lowered the phone volu, he could vaguely hear her mother ntioning Ian.

It’s Ian Sterling, right?

The man even went to ingratiate himself with her mother and helped buy furniture? He’s really scheming and utterly shaless.

He vaguely regretted it, regretting not having t her mother first—

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That afternoon after work, Elias Spencer said to her, "Co to my place and change my bandages."

"Ask a bodyguard or servant to do it tonight; mom texted and asked to go ho early and help buy things for the new house," Sumr said.

His eyes shifted, "Where are you going to shop?"

"I don’t know yet. I’m leaving first," she said and left, taking out her phone to text her mom for the location.

Mrs. Nolan was shopping with Ian Sterling at The Pantheon Mall when she heard her phone chi, took a look, and sent the location to her daughter.

"Sumr’s off work?" Ian asked.

"Yes, today was really troubleso for you, accompanying all day. When Sumr arrives, let’s have dinner together?" Mrs. Nolan asked apologetically.

"Sure, I’m also a bit hungry," Ian said, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, while bodyguards carried all the purchases behind them.

The furniture and appliances would be delivered ho, and staff would co to install curtains and such.

Half an hour later, Sumr found her mom at the mall, surprised to see Ian still accompanying her!

"Thanks to Ian today, for helping buy so much stuff, how could I carry all this alone?" Mrs. Nolan said to her daughter.

Sumr looked at the man, "Thanks for your help, didn’t interfere with your work, did it?"

"Not at all, I instructed my manager to take care of things."

He was quite busy, but since her mom personally called, he decided to accompany her shopping today.

"Since you’ve finished shopping, let treat you to dinner."

Sumr suggested, now with her mom’s presence, it was easier and more natural to get closer to him.

This was why she hadn’t told her mom he was Sean Sterling’s son.

Last night she specifically reminded her mom not to ask too much about his family background and company, or they’d seem too materialistic. Her mom nodded earnestly.

The nearby Brazilian barbecue restaurant was a self-cook style, a bit like a picnic, quite fun.

Sumr ordered all the expensive dishes, and Ian basically did all the grilling. Mrs. Nolan tasted the at he cooked, tender and fresh, and asked in surprise,

"Ian, do you cook?"

"I know so hostyle dishes. I cook at ho when I have free ti," Ian replied.

"That’s rare, unlike this girl, who can’t even cook porridge. Her handling the stove is a disaster."

Mrs. Nolan liked him even more, rich and handso, and could cook—such a good son-in-law candidate!

He glanced at the woman sitting beside him, "Sumr has her own strengths. These days, won don’t necessarily have to cook."

"What strengths do I have?" Sumr asked, glancing at him.

"You’re straightforward, cute, interesting, good-looking, smart, capable, and very independent," Ian looked at her seriously.

Sumr was a little surprised and touched that he could list so many of her strengths in one breath, unlike soone else who only seed to see her flaws—

"Cute? I never saw her as cute," Mrs. Nolan said, surprised, looking at her daughter, who never seed cute, sotis even fierce and rigid.

"Only because you haven’t noticed," he said.

"When was I ever cute?" Sumr deliberately asked, not realizing her own cuteness either.

"You’re cute when you’re fierce, cute when you roll your eyes, and cute when you call my dog an old perv," Ian said, laughing as he looked at her.