Can't stop loving you

Chapter 211 I'm Not Putting On A Drama

The moment Viola input the wrong key, the alarm sounded almost through her eardrum.

She covered her ears, and there was only one thought in her mind: She was fooled!

"Why are you moving it?" Maynard walked in and turned off the alarm.

Anger was written all over her face. "Your birthday is not the password for you. Why did you tell me?"

"I told you when you asked me." Maynard answered seriously. Leaning against the wall, a smile flashed

across his eyes.

With anger still lingering in her heart, Viola sat down on the sofa and said, "The password is not your

birthday! Are you trying to guard against steal or me?"

"Of course we are always on guard against thieves. My ladyship doesn't have that style." A faint smile

played at Maynard's thin lips. The smile that had never been kept on his face for thousands of years

was melting like an iceberg.

A foxy smile appeared on Viola's face. She spoke simply two words to express her feelings, "Ha ha."

Hearing her answer, Maynard took his long and straight leg, sat down at her left, stretched his big hand

and rubbed her forehead. In a soft voice which sounded like water, he said, "Don't laugh. If you want to

know the password, just ask me."

Viola had a micro facelift, and her delicate little face raised, "I want to laugh more."

He had often teased her, and now she couldn't be fooled.

Maynard sighed slightly. He held her in his arms partly and walked to the safe. "It's up to you," he said

He input the password in front of her.

When Viola saw that the password was 0062, a surprise flashed through her eyes and she memorized

it.

After unlocking the password, a click came from the safe.

Maynard opened the door and saw a computer in the safe. The character on the computer proved to be

the one she sent to him.

"You can read it, but no one can take away what belongs to me." Maynard stared at her, as if he was

telling her an important decision.

Panic gripped her whole body. To cover it up, Viola walked downstairs calmly.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, Viola opened her eyes and sat up. When she saw Maynard under the bed

lamp, he closed his eyes and breathed steadily. She waved his hand gently in front of him.

Without any response from Maynard, she walked barefoot to the study and put the password she had

recorded into the safe.

The piercing alarm rang again!

Viola covered her ears and squatted on the ground. The impulse to swear was extremely strong.

"Why don't you go to bed?" Maynard frowned as he entered the room in pajamas without even wearing

shoes.

After he turned off the alarm, Viola raised her fist and thumped him on the chest. When she was about

to give him a second shot, her hand was held.

"Stop it. It hurts." Maynard lowered his head and rubbed her hand.

At the sight of him, a goose bumps were immediately stirred up in Viola's body. She tried her best to

pull her hand out and stiffly shifted the topic of conversation. "Maynard, tell me the truth. Have you

changed the password?"

"Yes." Maynard withdrew his hand calmly and admitted frankly.

Viola raised her fist and wanted to hit him again. She quickly thought of that hitting him on such a hard

chest. It was indeed very painful. She reluctantly took her hand back.

Viola clenched her teeth and said, "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"No, it's not." After a short pause, Maynard continued in a serious tone, "If you want to know, just tell NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

me. I won't blame you."

He sighed and reached out to rub her forehead.

Viola tilted her head and dodged his touch uneasily.

There seemed to be something hiding in her heart, and she was at a loss.

For some reason, when she didn't know the new password clearly, she thought hard and asked, "Tell

me your new password."

Maynard's sight fell on her little white feet peacefully. Frowning slightly, he held her up horizontally.

All of a sudden, Viola's little feet left the ground and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his

neck.

When she realized that she was in Princess Hug, she was furious. She struggled, "What are you

doing? Let me go!"

"Don't move." Maynard tightened his arm and got close to her with his handsome face. His forehead

touched hers with his smooth and plump forehead and said, "It's very late. Let's go to sleep."

Maynard's low, deep and elegant voice sounded like a Violoncello. Hearing his voice, Viola was so

intoxicated that she couldn't resist.

It was not until she was pulled into the quilt that she came to realize it. She pretended to run away, but

as soon as she moved, she was held by his powerful arms and her head was pressed against his

chest.

They were so close to each other that she could even hear his strong heartbeat.

"Stop it. You have to go to work tomorrow." Maynard said in a magnetic and coaxing voice.

When she heard this, she was not happy at all. Viola struggled with both her hands and feet, "Who said

I was making trouble? I'm not putting on a drama! "

Maynard snorted, adding more strength to his embrace. He gritted his teeth and whispered in her ear,

"Don't move..."

Viola was stunned for a moment, but she quickly responded. She grew restless and stirred, trying hard

not to laugh.

However, to her surprise, she was pressed under her body, while Maynard, who was on her body, put

his hands on the bed at both sides of her, and half knelt on one of her legs with his left leg. It could be

said that there was no way for him to press the baby in her stomach.

However, this pose made her feel more ashamed. She looked at him in a daze, unable to say a word

for a long time.

"I didn't refuse your offer, Mrs. Chu." A crafty and evil smile appeared on Maynard's face. His big hand,

which was with clear features of his knuckles, was intertwined with her ten fingers. Then he kissed her

on her delicate lips softly and forcefully

A few seconds later, Viola came to her senses in a hurry and realized what she had done. She was so

embarrassed that her face flushed.

She struggled to turn her head to avoid his kiss

As if the prairie fire would break out uncontrollably, Viola's face turned pale. "You will hurt the baby."

Hearing that, Maynard stopped what he was doing abruptly. He stared at her for quite a while like a

wolf or a tiger. At the moment when she was uneasy, he gave her a kiss at the corner of her forehead.

When she saw he lifted the quilt and entered the bathroom, Viola heard the water sound from the

bathroom.

Viola patted her over frightened chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

She lowered her head and noticed that her clothes were wide open. She grinded her teeth hard, hoping

that he would wash them inside for a lifetime.

After a long while, the door of the bathroom was opened. Maynard walked into the bed and tucked

himself in.

Feeling the cold touch on his body, Viola moved a little away silently, with a gloating expression on her

face. "Mr. Chu, you took a cold shower."

"You'll have plenty of time to pay me back after you give birth to the baby." With an ink black face,

Maynard said word by word.

Viola made a face and blurted out without thinking, "Well, by that time, we are already divorced, and we

have nothing to do with each other."

Just then, the air in the room suddenly cooled down.

"Say it again." Maynard lifted her chin and stared at her without a blink.

A bad feeling came over Viola.

"If you want a divorce, I'll take care of the baby." Maynard approached her slowly with his eagle like

eyes. All of a sudden, his voice turned gloomy and cold.

A shiver ran down her spine. However, Viola shook her head and said, "No way!"

"Well, you'd better think about it." Maynard loosened his grip, put on his shoes, opened the door and

left.

The door closed in front of Viola.