Can't stop loving you
Chapter 81 An Indirect Kiss

"You make a price. It's time for me to review what happened last night."

A chill came from her. She looked down and darkness came over her eyes. "Let go of me. I don't want the money, okay?"

"Too late." A flame came to his eyes.

Noticing his big hand coming down more and more slowly, she burst into tears. In a hurry, she blurted out, "I didn't take a shower last night, and you didn't either."

As soon as she finished speaking, the hands on her lower abdomen had been removed, but she did not dare to breathe deeply.

"Damn it!" Maynard swore, and then loosened her grip with a dark face.

A cold shiver ran down her spine. She smiled and said in a flattering tone, "Mr. Chu, I'm too weak to help you with the bath, right?"

"Change all my bed sheet and quilt." Maynard ignored her and went straight to the bathroom with a suit of clean clothes.

When Viola heard the sound of running water, she made a face with her back to him. "You did such a thing to me and even asked me to change the bed sheet. Don't you feel guilty?"

Staring at the bed sheet and quilt for a long time, she did not move. She pulled over her collar and smelled it. She was sweating heavily.

Biting her finger, Viola hesitated for a few seconds and then ran to the wardrobe of Maynard to pick up a shirt and a coat. She snuck into the bathroom of the next room and took a shower. Ten minutes later, she got dressed and walked out of the bathroom.

He was wearing a white shirt. His hair was wet and translucent.

The length of the dress just covered the part five centimeters below her hip. Because of this, she perfect showed her slender and white legs in front of victor. As she moved, she was unique in charm and charm.

A dark fog appeared in Maynard's eyes, which were thick and unfathomable.

Viola was not aware of what she was doing at all. She saw Maynard standing by the window after taking a bath and getting dressed. She curled her long hair, leaned against the wall and pointed at a finger. "Mr. Chu, I'm not scolding you. As far as I'm concerned, the rabbit doesn't eat the grass near the hole. How could you treat me like that?"

"When did I say I was a rabbit?" Instead of getting angry, Maynard laughed. He stared at her with his sharp eyes.

When she looked at her own clothes, she got goose bumps all over and thought there was no problem.

She forced a smile and tried to ease the atmosphere. "Mr. Chu, I know I'm beautiful, but don't be obsessed with me," she said

She winked at Maynard.

Maynard moved his eyes, as if nothing had happened, and opened his thin lips with a clear line of line. "Qi Reporter, give me some money."

"What?"

"When you wore my clothes in the past, I didn't care if you were pitiful or not. Now if I allow you to do so, you will be in trouble." With an expressionless face, Maynard opened his eyes and lied.

The corners of Viola's mouth twitched. She asked out of curiosity, "How much do I have to pay you?"

"20000 for one dress." Maynard spat out a number.

Viola went crazy and came to grab his left hand. "If you don't have any money, you can sell me directly."

Maynard coldly glanced at her, and nodded slightly. "I will think about it. Come on, change the bed sheet and quilt to cook."

She couldn't help but regret.

She was worried that he would sell her to a remote place and eat the earth. She smiled bitterly and took him to sit on the sofa.

She went to the back of the sofa and massaged his head gently. "Mr. Chu, you drank so much last night. Your head hurts, right?" she asked in a soft voice

Maynard closed his eyes and stayed silent, enjoying her unprofessional service.

Seeing that he didn't listen to her, she could do nothing but pleaded, "Mr. Chu, I was just joking. Please don't take it seriously."

Ignoring them, Maynard adjusted his collar slowly and said, "I want you to pay for it."

Viola stopped the massage, refraining herself from pinching him to death. She gritted her teeth and said, "I'll compensate, compensate!" "Mr. Chu, please enjoy your breakfast,"

When Maynard came down to the dining table, she carried a bowl of porridge and put it on the table. Then she ran into the kitchen.

Maynard gave a glance at her, and lost his appetite.

She walked out of the kitchen and put a lunch box on the table. "Mr. Chu, why don't you eat?"

She walked to the hallway to change her shoes.

As soon as he opened the heat preservation box, Maynard saw it was the chicken soup cooked by herself. A cloud passed over his face. "Reporter Qi, who is this for?" Viola turned around and ran to grab it. Maynard lightly slapped her hands away. She didn't even have a chance to touch the edge of the lunch box.

A wicked idea came to her mind. She chuckled awkwardly, "That's an experiment. You can't eat it."

It was supposed to be a fawning one for Chol, but now it was owned by Maynard.

"Really?" Maynard looked at her deeply.

"Yes, yes!" She stared at the soup nervously and didn't know what to do, fearing that he would fall down.

Maynard noticed what she was doing, and an idea flashed across his eyes. "In that case, let me have a taste," he said

"No way!" When she saw him drinking the soup, she was so angry that she wanted to spit blood. She ran to him and wanted to take the soup from him. Maynard drunk a little and gave the lunch box to her. Viola looked at the box and found there was only half left.

She felt like weeping but had no tears. "How can you drink it?"

"I'm serving you as your little rat. You should be deeply grateful." Maynard took out a few paper towels and wiped his mouth in a leisure manner.

Viola took a deep breath and tried hard to control the impulse to roar, forcing a smile and hypnotizing herself, "Yes, I should be happy, happy!"

Holding the left half of the chicken soup, she was about to die of heartache. She couldn't believe that the good soup was almost pained to death by him She wanted to cry.

Thinking of that, she felt a little bit unfair. As soon as she touched her stomach, she raised her head and drank the rest of the congee in one gulp.

As she raised her head, the collar of her shirt was slightly open. From the angle of Maynard, he could see her white skin and partly visible skin. Maynard looked at it and his eyes darkened.

"Is it tasty?"

"Not bad."

Upon hearing his words, Viola curled her lips in a way that only

Remembering the owner of the voice all of a sudden, she stopped her work in her hands as if a frozen chicken. She raised her head like a machine, noticing that Maynard's eyes had turned hot. Maynard took a step and walked to her, with his hands around her waist and maliciously blew a breath by her ear. "Then we will do something interesting."

Upon hearing what he had said, Viola's hands trembled. She was so scared that she almost threw the lunch box out. Thinking of what she had done, she blushed.

She withdrew in a hurry. When her back hit the cold marble table, she felt like she could not retreat at all. In such a crisis like this, she could not escape.

Swallowing hard, she said, "Well, it's not good to work in broad daylight..."

After saying this, she burst into tears.

"I don't mind." Maynard lowered his head and unbuttoned her shirt with his long and clean hands. As if she was struck by electricity, she grasped his messy hands, with her brain in a messä