No Escape From Mr. CEO's Dangerous Love

"What are you doing? Did I already let you in?" With his foot, Chuck blocked Daisy from trying to follow him in and glared at her angrily.

Daisy cursed in her mind before she begged him with a sweet face, "Please, Doctor Chuck. Just for one night. I can sleep on the couch. Please!" She was really having a difficult time. She would not beg like this if it's the other way around.

Chuck pushed her impatiently, but she grasped his hand right away. With a single powerful pull, she forced him outside. Then she opened the door and ran into his apartment. She was really desperate.

Chuck looked at his hand touched and pulled by the woman just now. He frowned as if a nauseous germ has spread throughout his body.

He glared at the rude woman, then rushed inside in big strides. He better pull her out while his hand remained contaminated. He was so disgusted right now.

Daisy shook his hands off and pleaded with crossed hands, "Doctor Chuck, please. As a saying goes, 'Doctors are angels.' And angels save people, right?" He----an angel? A pure devil from hell. She complained deep down inside her. But she has to be very kind to this man. He was her only escape.

Chuck didn't want to waste words with her. He pulled her wrist and began to walk her out. After he will get her out, he must give his hand a good cleaning.

With great strength, Chuck dragged her to the door. But at that moment, Daisy gritted her teeth in determination and raised her right leg. "Bam!" The door was kicked shut.

Chuck looked at the slammed door, released her hand and called 911, "Hello, is this the police..." He didn't even have time to finish his sentence as Daisy took away his phone and hung up the call.

This turned Chuck's face pale with fury. He was just about to take out his scalpel, but remembered that she knew martial arts. So his threat of the knife was of no use.

He had no choice but to control his temper. He asked sarcastically, "Who sent you here? And for what? You have an explaining to do!" He guessed that the one behind this trouble must be Harry.

He was right. He knew it. "I don't know exactly who is behind this. But when my boss answered the call, he addressed that person as a Joey. But I don't know a Joey." She was also quite confused. But she has to stay here. Only by doing so can she earn plenty of money to pay for her mother's medical bills. She badly needed the money.

Joey. Joey. Chuck tried to be calm. He looked at the perplexed woman in front of him. He knew deep down that she was the price he has to pay for falling in love with the same woman who Harry loved.

He knew Harry quite well. Actually, a woman was the least of all troubles that Harry may cause.

If this woman could get him, all would fall in its natural course. But if she failed, Harry would send a million more women to bother him. It would be a disgrace!

He then examined Daisy intently. She was twenty something, maybe 22 or 23. She has a pony tail at the back her head. Well, she has a very beautiful hair.

With her fine features, big boobs and long legs, she was the perfect woman that any man could have ever dreamed of.

Feeling Chuck's looking strange at her, Daisy cast a glare at him as a warning.

She has heard of Chuck's stature in the medical field. But he was a weird guy so he was often called the "medical weirdo".

And his weirdness was his most frightening attribute.

For example, now she could feel he was acting strangely. For a beautiful and sexy woman like her, no man could have rejected her. No, it could not be possible.

She was not being a narcissist. It's just that she looked like the lovely superstar, Phil. That's also why she often acted as her stand-in.

Phil was not just some average beauty. So was her. But Phil's pretty features carried some loftiness while hers were more seductive.

When she was fantasizing around, Chuck said, "You sleep on the couch tonight. When you leave tomorrow morning, bring the couch cover with you. I can't touch that anymore." He never touched things that other people have used. Not without a glove.

.... Now Daisy saw through Chuck----he had a severe mysophobia.

Chuck disgustedly lifted his right arm, the arm that she touched. Daisy saw these. He extended the arm far from him as if there was something very dirty on it.

What if she borrowed his other things? She pondered about this strange characteristic of the man in front of him. "I want to use your bathroom. Can I?" She didn't care whether he was germ-phobic or not. Getting a shower was her only concern now.

Chuck stared at her with strange eyes. How dare this woman asked to use his bathroom? Without saying anything, he grasped her hand and pulled her to the door.

He opened the door and said, "Get out of here A.S.A.P.."

Daisy again broke away from his big hands, closed the door and said, "Okay, okay. No shower. No shower. I will go to sleep right away then." It's only one night. She could make it through a night without taking a shower. She tried to convince herself this.

Chuck looked at her sit directly on his white couch without taking a bath. He was crushed. Finally, he calmed down a bit and said, "Use that room to take your shower." He pointed at a vacant room and told her in an indifferent tone.

Daisy opened that bedroom gladly and walked in. The room was so clean and neat. The furniture, wallpaper and lamps were all white and black.

Among the two colors, white was the more dominant. Most importantly, every corner in this room was spotless.

Wow, Chuck's future wife must be tired to death for cleaning the house. Daisy thought to herself.

She took a quick shower in the bathroom. But without some extra clothes, she just covered herself with a bath towel before coming out.

Chuck was sitting on the small couch inside the room. He was all dressed up. Hearing the sound of the door being opened, he looked back.

Then his eyes turned dark. He rushed over her and pulled away the towel. "Who permitted you to use my towel? Get inside and wear your own clothes."