Can't stop loving you

Chapter 33 How About We Go Together

As soon as she began to move, a wave of dizziness swept over her. When she came back to her

senses, she was already pinned down on the floor.

Before she could react, her hands were forced to open. His big hands were clasped around her fingers

in a horizontally posture.

"Reporter, I think I have to tell you something." Maynard kissed her face, and his eyes were as cold as

ice. "If anything happens to me because of you, you might have to die with me."

They were affectionate, but there was no emotion in their eyes.

At the thought of this, Viola wanted to wipe her face with her hands. But her hands were pressed down.

She could only snort coldly, "I won't do anything to you. Let go of me."

It's not funny at all. All the efforts she had made just now were in vain. What was worse, she had

scared her heart.

She cursed in her mind.

Viola withdrew her sight silently and chuckled dryly. "Mr. Chu, I seemed to have told a joke. Alas. Why

am I so stupid?"

She pretended to knock on her head and grumbled in a sad tone.

"You know it, don't you? It's a little late." Maynard sneered and got off her body.

A smile appeared on her face.

She pretended to be fine, but in fact, in her heart, there was a little man who was pricking a small doll

exactly the same as Maynard.

"Gulp!".

Then there was another round of groan in her stomach.

As a result, Viola went on to struggle and said, "Mr. Chu, could you please move your hands and make

a phone call No, no, No. are you calling your bodyguards to open the door?"

It was not easy to change the "lackey" into a bodyguard, so she wiped the sweat on her forehead with

relief.

"That's right." Maynard cracked his thin lips and said, "Considering that it doesn't cost me too much, I'll

have a try."

Viola was so ecstatic that she didn't bother to care about his usual arrogant attitude. She hurriedly

replied, "OK, OK."

Her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly. Soon, she opened her big watery eyes and without

blinking, she stared at Maynard, who was fumbling for his cell phone.

She found nothing except Maynard rummaged the bed sheet and the under bed.

When she saw that he stopped what he was doing, she got a bad feeling as her eyelids twitched. She

asked, "Mr. Chu, why did you stop?"

"My phone was left in the living room downstairs." Maynard adjusted the collar of his shirt, which was a This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

little wrinkled, and answered slowly.

Viola's eyes were dull as if she had been hit by thunder.

In the living room?

In the living room?

In the hall?

It was not until quite a while later that she realized what she had heard and still could not accept the

fact. With her face deathly pale, she asked, "Mr. Chu, please tell me that this is not true."

"I can borrow your phone." Maynard looked at her.

It was until then that she came to her senses. She rummaged through her handbag for a long time

before she took out her phone.

She was thrilled and turned it on. When the phone screen lit up, the screen was black again.

The smile on her face immediately turned into a cry and helplessness. "Mr. Chu, my cellphone is out of

power. What should I do?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Viola was confused.

She tried her best to put a restraint on the impulse to scream, while her hands had become fists in a

way that nobody else had noticed. She could not help but put forward the second request, "Mr. Chu,

could you shout for help loudly? Could you ask the housekeeper or the bodyguards to come up to us?"

Usually, it was not because of Chauncy and Mindy that his bodyguards would appeared in a blink of an

eye and punish the enemy to death?

This was the last way she could think of.

"Oh, I almost forgot it." A faint smile played on Maynard's lips as if he had just thought of that. He said,

"The Butler has asked me for leave today and gone on a trip with his grandson. As for the bodyguards,

they're training in the training camp."

On the other side, Viola's pretty face turned ferocious when her hope was shattered.

In a few strides, she ran to him, picked up a pillow and threw it towards his face. "Maynard, are you

kidding me?"

'What's the meaning of his existence?

Did he do this to torture her?'

Maynard received the pillow accurately and calmly. "Reporter Qi, pay attention to your attitude."

Viola bit her lips and said, "Mr. Chu you can't blame me. It's not appropriate for us to stay in the same

room alone."

Considering her weak position, she gave in.

"Hey, are you asking for a name?" His hoarse yet attractive voice rose slightly at the end. There was a

bit of evil spirit and danger in Maynard's eyes, which could not be ignored.

She stepped back with uneasiness, and smirked, "No, there's nothing going on between us. Besides,

you're so handsome and I'm so ordinary. I don't think I deserve you."

"That makes sense." Maynard nodded in agreement.

It really pissed her off.

"Well, the situation forced you to sleep on the floor tonight. That's it." He threw the pillow back, stood up

and picked up the table lamp.

The light of the table lamp began to wobble slightly because of his movements, but Viola was uneasy

about his movements. She threw the pillow on her hand randomly and stopped him. "Mr. Chu, where is

the desk lamp?"

It was the only light that she could see, and she couldn't afford to lose it.

"I want to take a shower." Maynard said word by word, raising his chin with expectation.

Upon hearing this, Viola loosened her grip on him and turned to hold on to the white bedside lamp. "No,

I'm afraid of the dark. You can go, but you have to keep it here."

After all, he didn't need to go to the toilet in the dark.

"No way!" The smile on Maynard's face faded away. He lowered his head and said in a loud voice by

her ear, "Didn't you hear what I said? I want to take a shower! "

Due to the vibration of his voice, Viola couldn't bear it and moved aside to avoid him. Then she said,

"Mr. Chu, you just need to take a shower. It's not necessary to bring it with you. I need it more than

you."

Afraid that he would not believe her, she straightened her body and patted her chest heavily.

However, to her surprise, her waist was encircled by a man, and Maynard's face was slowly enlarged in

front of her eyes. She opened her eyes wide and said, "Hey, what are you doing?"

She grabbed the lamp with her left hand and his left hand around her waist with her right hand. She

wanted to push him away.

"Now that we are mutually exclusive, how about we have a shower together?" Maynard approached

and licked her when she was off guard.

Feeling a chill in her right ear, Viola screamed in horror and kicked at Maynard's cracked knee.

She was so frightened that she stepped back. She didn't even have the time to check the stage lamp.

She felt the heat on her face and ground her teeth. "You are a rogue!"

"That's the best I can think of. Don't push your luck." Maynard warned seriously.

Upon hearing this, Viola nearly stumbled because of anger. "How can you say that? You are the one

who is in a win-win situation, right? "

The door was locked tightly and she had no idea about the height of this building, so she had to stay

with him in the room with fear. What was the difference with jaws in death?

"Viola, can you think of a way?" Maynard unbuttoned a few of his shirt, and asked impatiently, "Don't

tell me that you don't even allow me to take a bath?"

Noticing the way he looked at her made her nervous.

Looking out of the window at every house with bright light, she pressed her lips, "How about this? You

put the lamp over the door of the bathroom."

Soon, she paid the price for her concession.