Can't stop loving you novel Chapter 33

As soon as she began to move, a wave of dizziness swept over her. When she came back to her senses, she was already pinned down on the floor.

Before she could react, her hands were forced to open. His big hands were clasped around her fingers in a horizontally posture.

"Reporter, I think I have to tell you something." Maynard kissed her face, and his eyes were as cold as ice. "If anything happens to me because of you, you might have to die with me."

They were affectionate, but there was no emotion in their eyes.

At the thought of this, Viola wanted to wipe her face with her hands. But her hands were pressed down. She could only snort coldly, "I won't do anything to you. Let go of me."

It's not funny at all. All the efforts she had made just now were in vain. What was worse, she had scared her heart.

She cursed in her mind.

Viola withdrew her sight silently and chuckled dryly. "Mr. Chu, I seemed to have told a joke. Alas. Why am I so stupid?"

She pretended to knock on her head and grumbled in a sad tone.

"You know it, don't you? It's a little late." Maynard sneered and got off her body.

A smile appeared on her face.

She pretended to be fine, but in fact, in her heart, there was a little man who was pricking a small doll exactly the same as Maynard.

"Gulp!".

Then there was another round of groan in her stomach.

As a result, Viola went on to struggle and said, "Mr. Chu, could you please move your hands and make a phone call No, no, No. are you calling your bodyguards to open the door?"

It was not easy to change the "lackey" into a bodyguard, so she wiped the sweat on her forehead with relief.

"That's right." Maynard cracked his thin lips and said, "Considering that it doesn't cost me too much, I'll have a try."

Viola was so ecstatic that she didn't bother to care about his usual arrogant attitude. She hurriedly replied, "OK, OK."

Her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly. Soon, she opened her big watery eyes and without blinking, she stared at Maynard, who was fumbling for his cell phone.

She found nothing except Maynard rummaged the bed sheet and the under bed.

When she saw that he stopped what he was doing, she got a bad feeling as her eyelids twitched. She asked, "Mr. Chu, why did you stop?"

"My phone was left in the living room downstairs." Maynard adjusted the collar of his shirt, which was a little wrinkled, and answered slowly.

Viola's eyes were dull as if she had been hit by thunder.

In the living room?

In the living room?

In the hall?

It was not until quite a while later that she realized what she had heard and still could not accept the fact. With her face deathly pale, she asked, "Mr. Chu, please tell me that this is not true."

"I can borrow your phone." Maynard looked at her.

It was until then that she came to her senses. She rummaged through her handbag for a long time before she took out her phone.

She was thrilled and turned it on. When the phone screen lit up, the screen was black again.

The smile on her face immediately turned into a cry and helplessness. "Mr. Chu, my cellphone is out of power. What should I do?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Viola was confused.

She tried her best to put a restraint on the impulse to scream, while her hands had become fists in a way that nobody else had noticed. She could not help but put forward the second request, "Mr. Chu, could you shout for help loudly? Could you ask the housekeeper or the bodyguards to come up to us?"