Diana was stunned for a moment.
This was indeed not what she had anticipated!
Ryan smiled, his pitch-ck, deep-set eyes showing no hint of scrutiny, calmly seeing through Diana.
With just one nce, Diana awkwardly lowered her head, avoiding his gaze!
This man was too intimidating!
ying games of pretending to be weak and then seizing an opportunity was a big mistake in front of someone as perceptive as him...
Ryan leisurely extinguished his cigarette. His voice was hoarse, yet his aura remained prating. "Why do you think I''ve brought you here today?" Diana''s heart was pounding, not out of anything else, but out of fear and nervousness.
Ryan looked down at her, methodically peeling away her thoughts, "Seeing Charlotte, did you think you could be a substitute?"
She gripped the hem of her dress tighter to control her trembling, but it was likely futile. She forced herself to look up at Ryan. "Then, Mr. Frost, can I?" Ryan sneered, not providing a direct answer, only uttering two words, "Pull over."
Gary detected the barely perceptible anger in his boss''s voice and mmed the brakes, pulling over to the
side of the road.
Ryan leaned towards Diana.
Her eyes trembled slightly. Just as she thought she might have a chance, Ryan''srge hand reached over her body and pushed open the door on her side.
The man withdrew, his voice cold and imperious. "Get out!"
"1..."
Diana was stunned!
Just moments ago, there had been a severe traffic jam on the highway due to an ident. Gary had exited onto a national road, and now she didn''t even know where she was! Gary got out of the car and walked to the door. "Please, Miss West."
A sense of humiliation almost overwhelmed Diana!
Her legs were weak as she got out of the car, clinging to herst bit of rity, "This... this dress is Ms. Wilson''s, right? I''ll have it cleaned..."
"No need." Ryan''s tone was indifferent, not even ncing at her/ "She has many dresses like this. She wouldn''t want one that''s been worn by someone else."
She didn''t want him either.
How could she still want those discarded dresses?
Watching the Maybach drive off into the night, Diana''s face drained of color, her eyes filled with unwillingness.N?velDrama.Org content rights.
If she had never gotten close, she wouldn''t have harbored such desires.
But once she believed it was possible, desire would uncontrobly flourish in her heart...
By the end of the dinner, I was feeling rxed and limping towards the lounge.
Frank nced down. "Are your shoes too small?"
"Yeah, I think I might have gotten a blister."
I had rarely worn high heels in the past two years, and tonight I was wearing a new pair to match the dress, so it was inevitable.
Frank suddenly bent down, picking me up horizontally. With a deliberately stern face, he said, "You didn''t say anything even though your feet are hurting?" "Put me down quickly!"
I looked back; many guests were still there, waiting to have a word with Yasmin.
His actions attracted a lot of attention.
Frankughed nonchntly. "What are you afraid of? I''m your legitimate boyfriend, not your ex-husband."
The words "ex-husband" were emphasized a bit harshly.
Alright, settling ounts, thoughte, was his personality.
I scratched my nose, smiling at him in a conciliatory manner, and joked, "SZ Technology isn''t a techpany, is it? It should be... a jealousy factory?"
"Congrattions, you got the right answer," he said this with a hint of amusement, then used his shoulder to push open the lounge door, carried me inside, and ced me on the sofa, naturally sitting next to me.
As I was about to bend down to take off my shoes, he had already leaned over first, holding my ankle with one hand, and removed my high heels. Seeing the blisters on my heels, his brow furrowed, seemingly displeased as he spoke. "Charlotte, you really can endure pain. You''ve even bled but still said nothing."
"It''s just a scraped heel, it''s fine."
Seeing him ce my foot on hisp, I felt a bit embarrassed. I curled my toes and quickly said, "I brought band-aids. I''ll be fine once I put them on."