Can't stop loving you

Chapter 32 Compensation

Realizing that she thought in a wrong way, Viola was shy and annoyed. The smell of tobacco in her

nose made her blush like a cooked shrimp.

With a frown on her face, Viola pretended to be strong and said, "I will take the clothes for you as you

asked. Am I too good?"

"Which is more important, your job or your character?" Maynard laughed instead of getting angry.

Taking a deep breath, Viola chuckled and said, "Just a joke. I'll take your clothes upstairs now."

Then she, like being chased by a beast, strode upstairs with his clothes in her hands.

She hung the clothes with a hanger and hung it in the closet. Then she slammed the door as if she was

angry with someone.

Leaning against the closet with her chin resting on her hands, she wondered why she was defeated

every time.

"No! No! I can't accept it!" She felt angry for herself.

At this time, the crystal light above her head flashed twice and then completely went out.

"Help!" She squatted down in darkness and shrank herself with her hands because of this sudden

change.

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"Who?" The strange sound came to her ears. She was afraid of darkness and now she had goose

bumps.

Especially when she felt something strange passed her, she lost her soul.

Suddenly, she saw something. The light on the table beside the bed was so bright that one could see

things clearly.

"Journalist, I didn't expect that you are afraid of the dark." Maynard sat at the bedside, and a faint smile

played at his thin lips.

Viola let out a sigh of relief. It turned out that Maynard was passing by, not a messy thing.

But when she heard his words and saw his sarcastic expression, she gnashed her teeth and said, "I'm

a normal person. Can't you just allow me to have a few shortcomings?"

"I'm afraid you have more than a few shortcomings." Maynard sneered.

Upon hearing him, Viola stood up all of a sudden, glared at him and said, "Mr. Chu, you can't say that.

Even if it is true, you can't just tell them directly."

"Huh." Maynard gave her a deep look and said slowly, "You know what you should do and yet you don't

admit it. Are you deceiving yourself?"

With her eyes wide open and mouth slightly open, she was too stunned to say a word.

However, she felt very aggrieved. She walked to the door and closed it hard. Leaning against the door,

she said with a smug smile, "The door has been closed. Mr. Chu, now I'm blocking the door. You'd

better not go downstairs."

"So what?" Maynard raised his eyebrows, seeming not to care about that at all.

It seemed that what she had done was not childish at all. Instead, a look of complacency showed on

her face. "If you want to drink water in the living room, beg me."

Just thinking of the scene that Maynard, who was in high position, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to

her, she burst into laughter.

"I'm not thirsty." Maynard reminded her as if thinking of something. "But aren't you hungry, reporter Qi?"

"I'm not hungry."

The next second, her stomach gave out a signal of hunger for food.

A sense of hunger swept over. Viola's face stiffened and she covered the empty stomach. She was so

embarrassed that she wished she could dig a hole to bury herself.

She then realized that she hadn't had dinner today.

"Are you hungry? Does your face hurt?" Maynard asked, looking at her leisurely.

She felt like weeping but had no tears.

She hesitated for a while and her eyes were unfriendly. "Don't you have the nerve to say it? You are

such a jinx! "

She was extremely annoyed to see him.

Maynard didn't take it seriously. He leaned against the headboard, picked up a book and read it in the

light of the lamp.

After hesitating for a while, Viola was overwhelmed by hunger. She turned to open the door, but when

she turned the doorknob, the door didn't respond at all.

All of a sudden, her little face turned gloomy. She ran to Maynard and grasped his arm. "Mr. Chu, it

seems that the door can't be opened," she said

"Okay." Maynard didn't even raise his head.

Viola was anxious and said, "What should we do? Mr. Chu, you can't refuse to help me."

"Beg me." Maynard said concisely.

Viola clenched her teeth, refraining from the impulse to beat him to death. She lowered her head in

front of the cruel reality and said, "Mr. Chu, please. I'm begging you."

Hearing that, Maynard moved his sight from the book to the door. He came to the door around her and

rotated the doorknob as she did just now. After trying a few times, the door still didn't open.

A glimmer of thought passed through Maynard's eyes. He wondered who had locked the door from

outside.

"As you can see, there's nothing I can do." Maynard shrugged.

Viola ran over to them and asked, "What should we do now? Mr. Chu, I don't mean to blame you.

You're a rich man. Why not installing a good door?"

"You know a lot." Maynard said indifferently.

She raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Then she smiled sheepishly and said,

"Mr. Chu, I'm flattered."

"I'm not praising you." Maynard raised the corners of his eyes slightly and gave a mocking smile.

"You've worked so hard at the bottom of the society for so long that you don't even know anything

about human emotions."

Viola thought what he said was reasonable. She was speechless.

She coughed a little, in order to conceal the embarrassment in her heart. "Mr. Chu, now the most

important thing is not it, but how can I open the door?" she asked.

"Think about it." Maynard returned to the bed and sat down.

A few seconds later, Viola turned to smile and said, "Mr. Chu, in order not to lock us up in this small

place, just break the door. Then we can get our freedom back."

"Huh."

Seeing that he was not interested in her at all, she pulled herself together and continued to persuade

him. "Boss, just think about it. It's not a good idea to always stay here. I need you to help me out."

"You will pay for it?" Maynard said seriously in a sexy voice. "This door was made from abroad. It cost

me 50000 dollars."

Her stomach was aching like hell. She was out of spirits and begged, "Okay, okay. I won't kick."

She didn't think she was worth the money even if she was sold to someone else.

As a matter of fact, she hadn't made a fortune for him these days. She was so busy with all kinds of

things and she even didn't get a penny from him. She got nothing.

"How dare you beg me to kick the door? You can't even afford 50000. Huh?" Maynard opened a book

and went on reading, obviously despising her.

She rolled her eyes, put on a smile and went over to pull Maynard's sleeve, saying in a flattering tone,

"Mr. Chu..."

Her voice was so coquettish that she got goose bumps.

Maynard turned his head to look at her, indicating her to go on talking.

A thought came to her mind. She pushed him to the bed, her clear eyes as sharp as a crescent moon,

"This is the second floor. Can you jump down from the window and find someone to save me?"

His long black hair, like a piece of soft silk, spread over the side of the bed and his neck.

Because she was on top of Maynard, so her breast was inevitably next to his.

Maynard's face darkened.

However, Viola seemed not to notice his agony at all. She just kept doing what she wanted and

gnawed the third button of his shirt with her teeth.