Can't stop loving you
Chapter 66 I'm Hopeless

In the morning, Viola went to the door of the periodical office with the lunch box. When she saw the truck, she sighed.

'The flowers haven't been taken care of yet.' thinking of this, Viola felt distressed.

When she walked in, Stephanie walked out. "Come in, Viola."

She put the warm lunch box on the table, thumped her sore shoulder and walked in.

Viola knocked on the door. "Hello, chief editor."

Throwing her phone onto the table, Stephanie squinted at her but said in a euphemistic voice, "Get the flowers out of here when you have time. It's not good to keep them like this."

With a nervous breakdown in her heart, she pretended to promise, "I understand, I understand."

Viola bent over the desk and thought for a while. Then she suddenly stood up.

Clenching her fists, she decided to talk to her enemy about what trouble he had brought to her.

She made up her mind and nodded, asking him to deal with the flowers for her.

Ignoring the gazes from all directions, she came to Maynard's office with the lunch box in her hand and plucked up the courage.

She hesitated for two seconds, raised her hand and knocked at the door.

Nothing?

She knocked again.

"Come in." Said Maynard unhappily.

A little bit awkward, Viola cautiously walked in and saw Maynard and Ivy sitting on the sofa, talking with each other. There was only a table between them.

"Do you need anything, Reporter Qi?" Maynard said with a poker face.

At the thought of that Ivy asked her to be in charge of interviewing her and Zarian, she hurriedly waved her hand. "Ha ha ha, I think I have come to the wrong place." She turned around, trying to run away from this place of trouble.

"Wait!"

Hearing that, Viola's back froze. Her little face wrinkled like a bun. Finally, she turned around and said, "Mr. Chu, is that me?"

"Miss An, I will deal with the thing you said," Maynard threw a look at the door and asked her to leave.

Ivy nodded slightly and left with her bag.

After Ivy left, Viola cleared her throat and decided to reason with Maynard. "Mr. Chu, the flowers outside..."

"What?"

Before she could ask him to remove the flowers, Maynard said in a cheerful tone in reply. In an instant, he shot a glance at her, intending to kill her with his eyes.

Anna swallowed slightly and stopped talking. Instead, she bowed to her conscience and praised him, "Mr. Chu, the flowers you sent are so beautiful. It's a pity that they have been dried up by the sun. Can you give them to others?"

Hearing that, Maynard looked at her coldly and asked in a cold voice, "Do you want everybody to know that you don't take me as your boss?"

Anna shrank her neck and immediately denied with an awkward smile, "No, no..."

"Really?" A faint smile played at Maynard's lips.

Viola shook her head in disobedience. "My respect for you is like a flood bursting from a dike."

"That flower..."

She gritted her teeth and tried her best to comfort him. "Mr. Chu, you gave them to me. Of course, they are for bathing."

Maynard walked to her, pulled her into his arms with his deep sight, raised her chin and asked, "Reporter Qi, are you suggesting something?"

His face turned red and pale. She hemmed and hawed, "No, No."

She was on pins and needles. Was there something terrible happening as yesterday?

She could not help but shake hands with him. While catching a glimpse of the lunch box in her hand, she changed the topic in a hurry. "Mr. Chu, I'm here to send you food as a reward for sending me roses. Maynard focused his eyes on her for a while and released her.

As soon as she was free, she took a few steps back, panic and defensiveness written all over her face.

"Open it." Maynard raised his eyebrows and gave a hint to her with great interest.

Viola opened the lunch box and put it on the table obediently. Then she obediently passed a pair of wasted chopsticks to him and said, "Mr. Chu, please have a taste."

Maynard sat down and casually took over the chopsticks, picked up a dumpling, put it into his mouth and tasted it.

Viola pursed her lips and asked carefully, "Mr. Chu, how does it taste?"

After chewing, Maynard's face turned black. "Reporter Qi, are you suggesting that I am not good?"

"You can't?"

What do you mean by that?

She felt her hand tightened, and then she was pulled by Maynard into his arms.

"Open your mouth." Maynard said indifferently. Then he picked up a dumpling with chopsticks and put it close to her mouth.

Viola shook her head. Her face was full of rejection. Apart from anything else, there was saliva from his chopsticks She was a little curious about the answer.

"Then you can deduct your salary." Maynard said, throwing a big bomb at her.

A shiver ran down her spine as if she was going to die. She opened her mouth and said: "I'll eat it."

Just as she was stuffed with a dumpling in her mouth, she felt very uncomfortable and couldn't help munching under the sharp eyes of Maynard.

She tasted the dumplings and found that there was no other fillings except leek.

"Does it taste good?" Maynard asked.

On hearing what he had said, a smile appeared on her face, which was uglier than crying I'm fine."

"Let me have a taste."

Maynard clasped the back of her head with his right hand, lowered his head to kiss her lips, which were as sweet as peaches, and tasted them wantonly. His left hand slowly moved along her slender waist. Viola's eyes widened in disbelief, as if her mind was a picture of colorful fireworks. She began to gasp for air because she was grabbed by the air.

"It's good." Maynard's eyes were dark and dark, and his face, which was red and tempting, was stared at.

Viola was so angry that she even wanted to roll her eyes and pass out.

After that stormy kiss, she was forced to sit on Maynard leg like now. Feeling that all her strength had been sucked out, she could only lean her head against his hard chest.

'What a shameless woman!'

"Now, do you still dare to give me a hint?" All of a sudden, the hand that was hugging her waist was withdrew.

Viola took a deep breath and said, "I won't do that again."

Besides, it wasn't her fault. She was innocent.

Hearing her answer, Maynard finally released her.

Coming down from him, she held the lunch box in her hands and wanted to leave desperately.

"Stop."

Upon hearing him, Viola stopped in surprise and stammered, "Mr... Mr. Chu..."

Maynard licked his lips in satisfaction and asked her back, "Don't you think it's a loss for me to exchange a whole truck for your dumplings?

Viola nodded.

"Okay." Maynard nodded slightly and made the decision with a natural look on his face. "Then you have to send me lunch at this time every day to pay off, and at the same time, you have to keep working on the agreement."

Viola swallowed her words and agreed reluctantly.

After coming out of Maynard's office in a daze, Viola had again successfully received all kinds of gazes from everyone, which made her look very confused

She forced a smile and struggled, "I just want to give the CEO dumplings."

Everyone pretended to understand what she meant.

A nervous breakdown overwhelmed her.

"Viola, this interview is yours, and here is the address." Stephanie walked out of the room and handed her a folder with the address.

After taking the papers from the cashier, she took a look at them and asked casually, "Chief, what is this task?"

The chief editor was impatient, but a hint of guilt flashed across her eyes. She asked, "Viola, you're so picky about work. Do you just want to stay in the same office with Mr. Chu?

Upon hearing this, Viola raised her fist, as if her body was filled with wisdom, and said, "Chief, I'll do this task well, and you have my words."

"Remember what you said." Stephanie sniffed.

Viola didn't care about her attitude at all. As soon as she thought that she could escape from the harassment of Maynard, she couldn't help running out to interview.00000