Can't stop loving you

Chapter 127 Give You Three Days To Consider

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.

Viola hailed a taxi at the entrance of the hotel, told the driver the address and successfully went back to

her place of residence.

She took out the key and opened the door, seeing a strange but familiar woman was playing with Ann.

As if hearing the sound of door opening, the woman turned her head. Her face was covered with light

pink, which was able to hide the dark blue under her eyes. There was a small black mole in the lower

right corner of her mouth.

At the sight of this face, Viola's hand trembled, and the key fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Viola, you're back. I've been waiting for you for a long time." The woman's face stiffened for a moment,

but she quickly regained her composure and walked forward happily.

Viola's face suddenly turned pale and her voice was dry. "Aunt... Aunt Xu, why are you here?"

Aunt Xu, her stepmother.

"Your father is worried about you. He asked me to come here to see you. What are you doing here?

Come in and have a seat." With a friendly smile, Aunt Xu reached out her hand to hold Viola's.

Trying to get rid of her hand, Viola said: "Wait a minute."

She closed the door and bent over to pick up the key.

"Wow! Look at him! He got a full score in his exams! How smart he is!" Her stepmother took the

examination paper on the table and handed it to her. She reached out her hand to touch Ann's head.

Ann turned his head away. His face was expressionless and his tight mouth was filled with silent

resistance.

Hearing his stepmother praise her son, Viola inexplicably felt terrified. For so many years, the

stepmother had always been lukewarm towards their existence, even worse than the passers-by.

"He is shy. But he is a good girl. What a good boy!" The stepmother was embarrassed for a moment,

but unexpectedly did not blame him.

Then Viola picked up his schoolbag, took his hand and smiled sheepishly. "Aunt Xu, Ann should do his

homework now."

"Go ahead. Don't delay your study." Her eyes twinkled with hope.

After giving his schoolbag to him, Viola secretly sat back on the sofa when she saw him enter and

close the door. "Aunt Xu, is there anything wrong with you coming here for my father?"

"It's okay. We are fine." Waving her hand, the stepmother raised her head and looked around. With a

sympathetic sigh, she said, "You've been taking care of a child for so many years. It must be very hard,

isn't it?"

Viola's shoulder trembled and smiled perfunctorily, but her hands unconsciously tightened.

"Alas, you can't find the father of the child yet." Her foster mother was depressed.

A cold sweat came out from her back. She braced herself up and carefully observed her face, "There

are a lot of people. Finding a person is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Then let me show you this." Her stepmother took out a photo from her handbag and handed it to her,

her face full of smile.

Was it a photo of Maynard? She wondered?

She reached out half of her hand, and took back her hand when she thought of this possibility. But her

stepmother had already shoved it to her without getting any consent.

She picked it up stiffly and saw a fat middle-aged man wearing eight golden necklace and a gold watch

around his wrist.

His eyes were so bright that they were almost blind.

Her eyelids twitched. She had a bad feeling. "What's this?"

"The man in the pictures is rich. He is the richest man you young people know." Her stepmother was

excited and spoke fast. "You see, you are not young now. He is the one I carefully selected for you to

get married."

With a splitting headache, Viola deliberately put the photo on the table and covered her face with a

teacup. She bitterly self belittled herself, "I am just a poor woman. I don't deserve him."

Her stepmother's face darkened. "You don't like him?" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Viola cleared her throat and changed the topic stiffly, "Why do you suddenly urge me to get married?"

"It's all your fault!" The stepmother jumped up as if she was stabbed by a needle. She strode forward,

using her sharp fingernails to poke her chest. "Both you and your son are heartless. Why have you two

been registered in my home all the time?"

Suffering the stabbing pain in her chest, Viola took a deep breath, unbearable to bear it, patted her

hand away, and tried to make it sound nice. "Aunt Xu, my father has no objection, isn't it excessive for

you to say that?"

"How dare you!" Her stepmother pulled her face and said in a sarcastic tone, "You insisted on giving

birth to that baby, and we were treated ungratefully. How could it be so difficult for you to marry

someone now!"

Viola poured herself a glass of water and drank it all. She tried hard to suppress her depression.

Suddenly, she thought of something and looked serious. "You always talk about marriage. What

happened at home?"

Her stepmother panicked and her eyes dodged. She picked up her handbag and walked towards the

sofa. "From today on, I'll live here!"

Then she helplessly opened the door, went out and called back, but she could not get in touch with

them because the number of her family was even off grid.

In the evening, Viola cooked and then sat down to serve food for her stepmother. She said carelessly,

"Aunt Xu, what's wrong with the number of my home?"

"Clap!"

"Here are two choices for you. You either marry the rich guy, or move out your son's residence!"

Stepmother put the bowl of rice on the table and stared at her sternly.

Putting down her chopsticks and Viola had lost her appetite, she dragged Ann into the room

immediately.

Scolding could still be heard even when she closed the door. But what she could do was to lean

against the door and embarrass herself.

"Mommy, she's so noisy. Can't you drive her away?" Ann's face was full of disgust.

Gently stroking his head, Viola consoled him in a low voice, "Just put up with it and ignore her."

Thinking of her father, she sighed and felt a little tired.