At two o'clock in the afternoon, Viola changed into the clothes she had washed last night in the bathroom and poked her head towards the bed.
Maynard, who was leaning against the head of the bed, was reading a business magazine leisurely. He seemed to have noticed her gaze and raised his head to look in her direction.
"Reporter Qi, let's talk."
As soon as she heard this, she immediately straightened up, and limped out, humming coldly. "I took care of you for a night, how could you treat me like this?"
"It's very normal to return the favor of saving your life." Maynard sat straight and his cool and handsome face didn't change at all.
The corners of Viola's mouth twitched violently. She picked up the cup on the table and was about to throw it out, but she unwillingly put it back under his sharp and cold gaze. She asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
Anyway, she had slept with him. She couldn't go back in time no matter how regretful she was.
"Let's get married." He lifted the quilt and got out of the bed. While dressing himself, he spoke out terrifying words.
Viola thought she had misheard him, so she goggled at him and asked, "What?"
"Marry me and I'll give you ten million." Maynard repeated patiently.
The tall and slender figure had her back to her, and the white shirt she wore showed some clean and elegant.
Viola closed her chin which could almost drop to the ground, and rolled her eyes at the ceiling, "I would not marry you for the money."
Maynard turned around, buttoned his shirt unhurriedly, and walked over to her, with his slender and beautiful fingers placing on her pink lips. "Don't refuse me now. I will give you three days to think about it," he said
Feeling the warmth on her lips, a shiver ran down her spine. She stepped back in horror as if she was facing a formidable enemy. "I have nothing to think about."
She tried to keep calm on the surface, but her eyes were constantly scanning around the room. When she saw the white bag hanging on the wall, she hurriedly moved over and took the bag.
She lifted her arm from the shoulder in a seemingly slow but actually fast speed. She opened the door and went out, but even if she did not look back, she still felt that there was a cold sight locked on her, which was outstanding.