<h4>Chapter 39: Say My Name</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Larbre Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Larbre Studio


    Hao marched in regardless ofcking permission as if it were his own home.


    He was wearing a gray top and joggers with sweat still on his forehead, suggesting his previous visit at gym.


    Tossing a shlight to the woman at a loss, he walked to a corner of the balcony and pulled something out.


    The room sunk into darkness.


    “What are you doing over there? Do you want to change the light yourself?” He yelled as if to wake the woman up. Silly.


    Xiyan promptly turned on the shlight and shed a streak of white light on the man. Following the light, she looked at the man, his half-curved smile and his amber eyes.


    “Mr. Ye...” she softly called him with aplicated look dangling on her face.


    Hao moved thedder into the kitchen and climbed up in his long legs. Before soon the light was disassembled and reced with a new one. The room was bright again.


    Xiyan watched the man doing all this, climbing up and down, helping her as if these were his own problems.


    She only sent that message to him earlier that day to ask whether he knew electrical guy who coulde and fix the kitchen light for her. She never expected him to do the job.


    She had already owed him too much despite the short five months they had known each other.


    To her, he was overly kind to her, and so was his mother, who would stop by every time she cooked and bring her some. Their kindness had started to trouble her.


    “Mr. Ye...”


    Xiyan poured him a water.


    Hao took it and appreciated her gesture, while grabbing her by the shoulder with the other hand.


    “Say my name,” he said in an imperative tone to the woman who was a lot shorter. They were on the first name basis, as far as he’s concerned, and it pained him to hear her call him byst name.


    Xiyan recoiled upon the abrupt physical contact.


    But she still managed to look up and at that hopeful face.


    She’d been through a rtionship, a marriage, and was sophisticated enough to know the man was into her. She couldn’t, however, find the strength to give what he wanted.


    She didn’t want to hurt him nor his mother who was always a joy.


    “Ye Hao, can I talk to you?” She pointed at the couch and signaled him to sit.


    Haoplied, gazing at Xiyan, his expectations bubbling up.


    Come on!


    Girl, say you like me! Say you want to marry me!


    That would be the most ideal case and save him the trouble, and he was nning on getting married anyway, given his age and career, let alone his demanding mother.


    This girl in front of him was not gorgeous, but she would definitely make a perfect wife with her caring personality and excellent cooking, which he had tested out by swinging by after work. Compared to her cooking, his mother would be a total ameteur.


    Meeting the man’s eyes, Xiyan had to admit that he indeed was a good-looking man who’s earning extra points being caring, motivated, and family-oriented. Too bad the timing was awfully wrong for them to meet.


    “I’m sorry, Ye Hao.”