Can't stop loving you

Chapter 126 Got A Fever

It was about seven o'clock in the evening. Suddenly, it began to rain. When they found a hotel to stay,

they had been soaked in the rain for half an hour.

"Do you want a room or two?" The clerk politely inquired the cold man in front of her.

After limping in front of Maynard, Viola answered immediately, "Two."

"Like she said." Maynard sneered at her and said.

A strange feeling came to her.

"…… There is only one room left in the hotel now. " The staff looked into the video and found it hard to

believe.

On hearing this, Viola wanted to cry but had no tears. "Do you really have no other room?"

The staff shook his head and suggested smilingly, "You are lovers. How about sharing a room with

each other?"

A small but happy smile appeared on Viola's face. Her voice was still shaking. She said: "No problem."

"Reporter Qi, I have an opinion." Maynard squinted at her and raised his eyebrows in a faint smile.

Viola glared at him and said in a low voice, "No objections. I sleep in sofa." © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"Of course." Maynard answered very straightforward.

When they entered the room, Viola limped to the window. Through the dark glass, she heard rain

flushing the trees outside.

She leaned against the wall, feeling troubled. It was not until she saw Maynard undressing himself that

she realized that there were still water dripping from her clothes. Looking at the direction of the

bathroom, she limped towards it.

However, as soon as she got close to him, a strong and cold hand grabbed her.

"Reporter Qi, you seem to have forgotten something." Maynard said slowly.

Viola turned around and saw the man with his upper body naked. She blinked doubtfully and asked,

"What did I forget?"

"I paid. I enjoy the privilege to use the bathroom." Maynard reminded her, poker faced.

Viola chuckled, "Who set the rule?"

"It's me." Maynard sneered.

A slight smile appeared on Viola's face. Then, she opened her hands, stood in front of the bathroom's

door and said aggressively, "Then nobody needs to wash."

"You!" In an instant, fury burnt in Maynard. Instead of bursting into laughter, he leaned against the wall

and said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

Viola waved her hand and her eyes curved. "Scissors and Rock Paper scissors. The winner use it first.

The winner is determined in one round."

"Well, I will make you lose miserably." He crossed his arms over his chest and said indifferently.

Viola shrugged and said, "Okay, one, two, three. Let's start!"

Thirty seconds later, with a big smile on her face, Viola opened the door of the bathroom and said

happily, "I win. Mr. Chu, I'm sorry."

She ignored the man who was as cold as ice, entered the bathroom and closed the door quickly.

In order to make him feel regardless of the time and energy, she deliberately washed herself in the

bathroom for a long time and then stayed inside for a long time, but she didn't hear Maynard urging her.

She held herself by the bath towel and limped out of the door.

When she saw Maynard lie on the sofa, her eyes were closed and her face was pale. Without thinking

too much, she walked over and pushed him with her hand. "Hey, go to take a shower."

Maynard still closed his eyes, and did not respond except for a slightly rapid breath.

When Viola's hand touched Maynard's hot forehead, she was shocked. "You are having a fever."

She then realized that she had made a mistake. With mixed feelings, she went to the bathroom and got

a basin of water. She soaked the clean towel with water, wrung it dry and applied it on his forehead.

After doing all this, a disdainful look appeared on her face when she saw a ring made of grass on her

fourth finger. "It's so ugly."

She took the ring off the ring and wanted to throw it into the trash can. But she hesitated for two

seconds before she unconsciously put it in her bag.

It was a little weird for her to do so, but she could not find anything wrong in a short time.

She suppressed the strange emotions in her heart, and tried to calm down. She went to the sofa and

reached out for the towel to get it wet again. When she was about to move, a pair of deep as a pool of

cold eyes came into her sight.

Before she could say anything, she was pulled in her arms by Maynard. Her head hit a hard muscle

and she screamed in pain.

"You have a fever. Behave yourself!" She held the edge of the sofa with both hands and intended to

stand up.

However, as soon as she moved, she was pressed under the body of Maynard, who was not sober

because of the fever.

Viola blushed and tried to push him away, "You You... "

"Don't be naughty..." Maynard put her hand over his head with his two hands and said in a low and

hoarse voice in coaxing tone.

"It's not me. It's you!"

Maynard fixed his eyes on her for a while and then kissed her again, which was too heavy for him to

fight against

The next day, when Viola slowly woke up, she recalled the scene that happened last night, her face

blushed and her heart beat rapidly.

She rushed into the bathroom and put on her bathrobe. After that, she limped to him and touched his

forehead, finding that his fever had gone down.

She slapped him hard on his face, but dared not kill him. She shouted loudly, "Maynard, get up!"

All of a sudden, Maynard opened his eyes, precisely holding her hand and sitting straight. The sight of

the intimate marks on her neck and the scratches on her shoulder came to a halt.

"What happened last night?" A tinge of regret flashed across Maynard's eyes.

Viola was ashamed into anger. She slapped away his hand and said, "You want to go back on your

words for what you have done to me!"

"I'm listening." Maynard stood up and cast a black shadow over her.

Viola panicked and dodged his eyes. "You... You threw yourself at me and offered me ten million

dollars. Tell me, when will you give it to me?"

She tried to forget what happened last night. She thought desperately that only a large sum of money

could heal her sadness.

"I said that?" With his hands on her shoulders, Maynard looked at her calmly.

After nodding her head, Viola didn't know how to spend ten million."

"In that case, I have nothing to say."

Maynard's eyes inadvertently swept across the water basin under the table, and with a hint of

understanding in his eyes, he picked up a wealth oriented woman.

With her feet off the ground, Viola wrapped her arms around his neck out of instinct. Her face turned

pale. "No, where are you taking me?"

"I don't remember what happened last night. I don't mind repeating it with you." Maynard put her on the

big white bed, got close to her and appreciated the woman beneath.

Her dark and bright hair spread out like seaweed, which made her beautiful face look more enchanting.

A kind of unknown gloom could be seen in Maynard's eyes, making her feel flustered.

Terrified, Viola stood up and tried to run away, but was caught back again, and slept with a

man.