Secret Crush

Max's face became even darker, and he looked at the woman standing in front of the door against the sun, most of her body in the dim light, but she was still motionless. It was hard to tell the emotions hidden in her eyes.

As he was on the edge of anger, Leila finally overcome herself and walked toward him step by step. She stopped when approaching him a meter.

With a deep sight in her eyes, he said in a low voice, "do you take my words as a deaf ear?"

The low magnetic voice rose slightly at the end. The sound was supposed to be a feast of the ears, but now in Leila's ears, it sounded like the sound from hell. She lowered her eyes and said, "I have something to do at noon."

Hearing that, Max squinted and looked dangerous. "Why didn't you tell me in advance?" he asked

Feeling the tense atmosphere, Leila said bravely, "I'm afraid you won't agree."

Hearing what she said, all the air seemed to have solidified. She even had an illusion that she would be dead if she said one more word. Looking at the little woman in front of him, a strange feeling spread in Max's heart made him frown, and it was the kind of emotion that he could not control. He clenched his fists, and his tone was cold. "Do you know how to act first and play later?"

Leila felt that she was getting bolder, with a sign of touching his bottom line. She swallowed and then became panic.

Max's punishment was always cruel. He lowered his voice and said, "you are not allowed to go to the hospital next week."

He knew it clearly, so Leila's face turned pale. She didn't understand why he always touched her bottom line again and again for the punishment he gave to her.

been two weeks. Although the man in front of her had treated her so cruelly

"I can't accept it."

to shout loudly. Her low voice

he had spoiled her too

man could punish a woman, but they were all

bed, surrounded by the deep bed. She looked at the person in horror, and her

are you

else could he

against the bed. Her resistance aroused his

lasted till night. Leila was lying in bed. Looking at her wet hair, she seemed to just come out of the

resist. She was once again trapped in his domineering trap.

Max release her. He looked at her sleeping face with delicate features, a strand of hair falling on her forehead. Somehow he reached out a finger to sweep

that it was not easy to get rid

and found herself trapped in his arms, unable to move. Her eyes were

almost when her breath became disordered. He was dissatisfied with her action of escaping. He had always been bossy and didn't

have done something wrong, which would irritate Max again,