Can't stop loving you

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.

It was so dark around that nobody could see their fingers.

"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?"

more than a few shortcomings." Maynard

up all of a sudden, glared at him and said, "Mr.

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

open, she

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

Maynard raised his eyebrows, seeming not to care about that at

seemed that what she had done was not childish at all. Instead, a look of complacency showed on her face. "If you

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

thirsty." Maynard reminded her as if thinking of something. "But aren't you

"I'm not hungry."

gave out a signal of

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

that she

you hungry? Does your face hurt?" Maynard

but had no

and her eyes were unfriendly. "Don't you have the nerve to say it? You are such a jinx!

extremely annoyed to see

seriously. He leaned against the headboard, picked up a book

was overwhelmed by hunger. She turned to open the door,

face turned gloomy. She ran to Maynard and grasped his arm. "Mr. Chu, it seems that the

didn't even raise his

said, "What should we do? Mr. Chu, you can't

Maynard said concisely.

to beat him to death. She lowered her head in front of the cruel reality and said, "Mr. Chu,

moved his sight from the book to the door. He came to the door around her and rotated the doorknob as she

thought passed through Maynard's eyes. He wondered

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

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

lot." Maynard said

and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Then she smiled sheepishly and said, "Mr. Chu,