Can't stop loving you novel Chapter 74

The corners of Viola's mouth twitched. She had just called him, and now he was on the phone with someone else?

Looking up at the clock on the wall, she found that it was eight.

Meanwhile, she was trying to call and refuse him.

Maynard called her again. She answered, "Mr. Chu, I'm busy."

"I have sent you objects to buy. Please take them to me."

Looking at the phone that was hung up again, she wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Ding Dong!"

Her phone rang for new messages.

A few minutes later, Viola received a message and went into the room. She found that the room was filled with a lot of food materials. It was Maynard who sent the message.

She could not accept such a clear cut cut answer.

In the end, she gave in and lowered her head in front of the evil power of Maynard.

She took the groceries she bought in a hurry and rang the doorbell of the villa.

"Come in." He opened the door and turned around to walk in.

Viola entered the villa, put the things on the table, and shook her sore right hand.

She had a micro facelift, and saw Maynard watching TV in his room.

How couldn't she ask a servant for help if she was hungry?

"Mr. Chu, can you do that?" Viola grabbed the remoter from his hand. "You've been thinking of strangling me this morning. Aren't you afraid that I'll throw poison into the kitchen if you want me to cook now?"

"Do you dare?" Maynard cast a cold glance at her.

Viola nodded, "Just let the servant do this."

Maynard sat upright and loosened the buttons of his two shirts. "If I let the servants do it, you'll spend the rest two months in vain," he said casually

On a second thought, Viola agreed with her, but she was still very displeased. She opened her mouth, but she didn't have the courage to refute her, so she had to change the topic. "Mr. Chu, what would you like to eat?"

"I'll make two filet Mignons." Maynard picked up the business magazine on the table and turned two pages without raising his head.

A complicated look came over Viola's face. Two copies?

Perhaps it was because Maynard was so kind that one was for him, the other was for her.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that she hadn't taken any action for quite a while, Maynard stopped reading the magazine. "Any problem?" he asked

A smile appeared on her face. She shook her head and replied, "No problem. I'll do it right away."

Viola guessed that Simon was just being tough and soft hearted. She seemed to have forgotten the lesson she had received this morning, and rushed into the kitchen to cook excitedly.

After making two portions of steak, she gently took them out, wearing a new crayon apron.

Under the hanging light of the crystal chandelier, she looked at the shiny white plate, on which there was delicious steak with different colors and tastes. She could not help but covet it.

"Mr. Chu, they are ready." She swallowed and looked away.

Maynard said in a neither cold nor warm voice. "Light the candles on the table."

He was right. There were indeed two candles as thick as babies' arms over there.

It was the rhythm of a candlelight dinner.

With a weird feeling in her heart, she looked as if nothing had happened and said in a peaceful voice, "Mr. Chu, in fact, it's just a steak. I don't think it's necessary."

"Reporter Qi, I'm afraid I can't control you anymore." Maynard said while casting a frightening glance at her.

Then she nodded her head and said, "No, No. I'll do it right now."

She lit the candles on the candlestick obediently, and the candlelight was dancing slightly.

"Bring me a bottle of 1982 Chateau Lafite."