Secret Crush

After a long time, Leila slowly turned around, with a cold expression on her face. She fixed her eyes on Bertha who sat opposite to her, with a bloodthirsty smile on her lips. She said coldly, "it seems that you haven't had enough of the affairs in the past few days."

To her surprise, Leila poured the hot coffee on her face. She screamed and covered her face. A trace of coldness flashed through Leila's eyes. An eye for an eye, an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. She was never a pushover!

If she wasn't mistaken, there was a flicker in the corner just now. It should be the paparazzi. Well, she didn't have to take photos by herself and send them to the media. If this awkward Bertha leaked out, it would probably add another stain to her already tattered reputation.

Ignoring Bertha, who was still screaming, Leila stood up and walked out of the coffee house directly. Her face was red and swollen. It was impossible for her to go back to the company. She didn't want to appear in front of Daisy and let her talk with an excuse to laugh at her.

After thinking for a while, she found that she was the only one who could go to the villa. She had been absent from work for several days. If she was in an ordinary company, she would probably have been fired. Therefore, in this society, status played a very important role. In fact, Johnson wanted her not to go to work, so she could continue to skip work without worry.

When she returned to the villa, the maid saw her stunned for a while. She smiled at her awkwardly, "is there ice in the fridge?"

The maid looked at her swollen cheek and said in succession, "yes, just a moment please."

After a while, the maid brought a pile of ice, put it in the bag and handed it to Leila. Leila took it over.

"Thank you."

maid said nothing and left.

the ice on her face. The

maid but didn't care about it. When she heard a cold voice,

"What are you doing?"

around out of conditioned reflex, and half of her red and swollen face was exposed to his eyes. The look in Max's eyes was cold,

what to do. She looked into his eyes,

her lie. He never liked to say the second time, but the woman in front of him always

like that. The man in front of her was intimidating. She pursed her

almost cried out. Her red and swollen face made her look really

"Who hit you?"

really didn't know how to say it out. The woman who slapped her was his last woman, and she was in the same identity with her now. Maybe at some time, at some place, he also asked Bertha in this way. And

strange in her heart. Although it was

back to her senses. He loosened her grip, turned around, and went upstairs under her cold gaze. Leila was sitting on the sofa, with ice cubes in