Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1919

The night was beautiful. Looking down from the top the building, it was even more magnificent.

Monica stood in front of the window. In the dark of the night, looking at the city, everything was blurred, like a dream.

Stinson was holding a glass of red wine and sitting on the sofa with his long legs folded. His rare leisure time made him look lazy and elegant.

He seemed to be tasting the wine, but his gaze was always on the woman standing in front of him who was enjoying the view.

Ever since he had known this woman, he realized that her life was very simple, not like other women who were much complicated.

Monica turned around and met the man's gaze. She flushed her face and asked him intentionally: "What are you looking at?"

"You?" The man answered simply.

"I have nothing to see." Monica pretended not to care, but her heart jumped.

Being stared at like a wolf like this, she was still a little unnatural, thus her breath tightened.

"Of course you have. Otherwise, why have you kept squinting my eyes?" The man's voice deepened and he blamed her on her.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's you ..." Monica immediately reacted.

Seeing that she was embarrassed, Stinson looked at her shy face. He put down his wine glass and slowly approached her, pretending not to know: "What am I?"

"I can't let my eyes grow on you? Don't think you can be unreasonable when you're handsome." Knowing that he did not understand, Monica wanted to argue with him.

"I just don't want to make sense to you. I like you for no reason, so why should I say so clearly?" Stinson stood in front of her, his gaze staring at her from the top down: , Do you still have contact with Marshall? "

Monica shook her whole body and immediately nodded, "Yes, he is my friend."

"He considered you not just a friend to him. I hope you can draw the line." The last time she saw Don Stephenson in her office, Stinson was still jealous at present.

"Of course I'm clear." Monica replied firmly.

"If he confessed to you, would you reject him? If you refused, you might not be able to make friends with him." Stinson was still worried that her willpower was not strong enough, so he had to explain it to her.

"Marshall is not such a stingy person, Stinson. I know that there are no simple friendships among adults, but I can't just wipe out the help he used to me because I'm in love with you. I hope I can repay him." Monica lowered her head and said softly.

Stinson's eyes were slightly surprised. Then, he raised his thin lips and pinched her face: "Don't worry, I'll repay him with you, but in the name of a friend."

Monica looked up at him. When she saw the affection in his eyes, her atrium trembled and he bit her lips and nodded.

At this very moment, the waiter started to serve, and Stinson held her hand and sat down.

The candlelight on the table reflected Monica's crimson cheeks.

Stinson thought that his self—control was good, but at this moment, he realized that the woman around him was more attractive to him than the deliciousness of a table. What he wanted to compensate was her.

Monica did not know that the man around her was thinking about her. She had been busy with her work for a day and was really hungry now. At this moment, the man reached out and placed a piece of beef her plate.