Can't Resist the Billionaire novel Chapter 41

After Vincent finished, he came over and helped me sit down on the sofa to rest. "I just talked with him about something last night, and I feel that he is very deep in the heart. Tomorrow I will take you to inspect houses, and you may meet him, but you don't need to think too much, just remember to greet him!"

I was a very small-minded person, and I didn't like to see such a big person. Especially when I heard Vincent say that the man was adept both at relations of the government and underground gangsters and was cruel, I felt a little resistant, "Can't I go? Why do we have to buy a house? And must be a house of his?"

Seeing that I seemed to be a little scared, Vincent reached out to touch my hair with a smile and comforted me, "Half of the houses in City S belong to him. Now my family has business contacts with him. It's not good not to buy his house!"

In fact, my point was not this, but why must we buy a house? Wasn’t it good to rent an apartment or live in a hotel? Vincent's home was not in City S. Is it really meaningful to buy a hosue here?

"What I want to say is, if you really feel uncomfortable in the hotel, can you rent a house? Why do you have to buy a house?" Although I also knew that the money of buying a house was nothing for Vincent, I just felt awkward. Especially at this time, when he suddenly wanted to buy a house, it seemed that he was deliberately making a vow.

Vincent didn't hide his thoughts. He looked at me tenderly and said. "Because I want to have a home!"

Looking at his expectant eyes, I suddenly panicked and turned my face to whisper. "Why do you suddenly have such an idea?"

"That's because of you? Are you stupid?" As expected, Vincent was still the same him. Before he could finish his sentence, he started to curse me again. After his patience ran out, he was so angry that he simply stood up from the sofa. "I really don't know if you're really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. Don't you really know who I'm buying the house for?"

I didn't dare to linger on this topic anymore, so I quickly changed the subject and said. "Okay, okay, I know. But my legs and feet are inconvenient. Why don't you go and inspect the hosue tomorrow? I'll just take my belongings to live in!"

After saying this, I suddenly remembered that I could not just move in with my bag. I didn't seem to agree to live with Vincent, did I? If I said that, it showed that I agreeed. D*mn it, I wish this guy hadn't heard it.

However, I said it so obviously. How could Vincent not hear me? He was likely to wait for me to say this. "Are you promising me that you won't go to that b*stard's house? I'll remember what you said!"

"I..." I didn't know what to say. I wanted to go back on my words, but I was afraid that I would make Vincent angry and make me suffer. However, I was a little reluctant to agree with him like this. My God, what should I do?

After breakfast, Vincent went out to the company, and I, on the other hand, was bored in the hotel watching TV. The TV was really boring, and there was nothing interesting, but I didn't even have a mobile phone around me, and my feet were inconvenient. I really didn't know what else I could do except watching TV.

The large room suddenly became lonely and boring. Looking around this luxurious but boring place, I suddenly thought that the life of those mistresses who were supported by rich people. Life was so luxurious but boring and made me desperate.

If I really continued to go with Vincent, would I live such a boring and luxurious life like those poor mistresses? Until one day Vincent got tired of me and threw me out, I would have nothing at all?

Just as I was letting his imagination run wild, the doorbell in the living room suddenly rang. I thought it was a waiter, so I limped over to open the door. However, the moment I opened the door, I saw Christopher standing at the door like a ghost.