Can't stop loving you

When she saw that there was no thunder, Viola nodded slowly and looked at him coldly for a while. "OK, I trust you for once."

She secretly pressed the pause button of the recorder pen with her hand in her bag, where no one saw her.

"Can I leave now?" Victor clenched his teeth. He didn't want to give up so easily, so he lifted his hand to make a gesture for asking for money. "Can you give me some money?"

Viola chuckled and raised her leg to kick him without hesitation.

Victor ran out of the room with his hands on his head in a mess.

Viola poured a glass of water and took a sip. After calming herself down, she returned to the holiday villa and went straight to Maynard's room.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door. After hearing a deep voice say "Come in", she swaggered in.

"What's up?" Maynard took a glance at her and then looked down at the documents in his hands, as if nothing had happened.

Arms folded over her chest, Viola rolled her eyes and said impatiently, "Isn't it nonsense?"

"What is it?" Maynard leaned against the back of the chair and looked at her leisurely.

Viola snorted and slapped on the table, a sapphire blue recorder pen appeared on the large desk.

"For me?" Maynard smiled, with a hint of carelessness in his eyes.

Viola glared at him angrily, and her anger instantly erupted like a volcanic eruption. She couldn't stand it any longer. "I'm going to expose the true face of Vivi."

Vivi opened the door and just heard it. Her face suddenly turned gloomy. "What did you say?"

She didn't close the door. Being extremely angry, she went over on her high-heeled shoes.

"I said, I would expose you!" said Viola.

Vivi avoided eye contact with her, and then she looked at Maynard as if she had seen some hope.

"Take medicine if you are just having an attack of a disease." Maynard looked at Viola and said slowly and clearly, lifting his thin lips slightly.

Viola grabbed the recording pen, and bravely waved it in front of him. "There is evidence in this recording pen to prove my innocence." "Okay, put it out." Maynard tapped on the smooth table with his slender finger, while an almost invisible light flashed across his eyes. A satisfied smile appeared on Viola's face. She pressed the button on the recorder.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

Ten seconds passed, but the recorder still did not make any movement.

"Is this the voice you said?" Maynard didn't get angry but smiled. He looked at her as if she was a psycho, "Is silence your evidence?"

Viola's face changed. She looked down and checked the recording pen in her hand. She pressed the two buttons on it repeatedly, but there was no response.

Even if she didn't believe in evil spirits, she had to believe that this was weird.

Just then, Maynard's big hand, together with the cool wind and the faint smell of tobacco, came to her face. She felt a sharp pain on her face. When she realized what had happened, her whole face had been pinched into a ball by Maynard.

Glancing at each other in anger, Viola couldn't even speak a word. "Waah... Waah..."

She clenched her teeth in pain and reached out to push his hand away, but in vain.

"Reporter Qi, stop playing tricks, or even the baby in your womb will be hurt." Maynard's gloomy and cold eyes were filled with warning.

With a foxy smile on her face, Viola made an "OK" gesture, and then flicked her long hair to look away.

"Yeah, you are pregnant. You should behave yourself." Vivi's eyes fell on her belly, and there was a pitiful expression on her fair face. "You should keep the baby well. Don't be like me. You will never have a baby in your life."

She is such a pitiful woman, because she always tries her best to persuade other people.

But somehow, Viola's eyelids twitched.

"Now that you like babies, I think I can ask you to take care of the baby after he or she is born,"

Maynard paused, with a pensive look in his eyes.

"Are you serious?" But a glimmer of unknown light flashed in Vivi's eyes, and she was overwhelmed with joy.

A shock took over Viola.

His wife was not dead and the baby was not born yet. Why did he have the instinct to have the mistress to take care of the baby?

Taking a deep breath, she wanted to stay alone for a while.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Viola raised her head and saw that Jennifer was standing at the door with the little girl who was recovering.

"Aren't you going to raise a child?" Jennifer pushed the little girl, who looked very confused, in front of Vivi, with her eight broken teeth revealing in a standard manner. "Firstly, she is the daughter of Mr. Chu. Secondly, she could call you mommy after getting married. It's unnecessary to teach her anything."

Viola tried to wink at Jennifer at full split.

Maynard noticed that and a mocking smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. "Miss Lan, you're quite free."

Jennifer gave him a defiant smile.

The corners of Viola's mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

The little girl's gaze lingered on the people with different expressions for a while. Suddenly, she flung herself into Viola's arms, yelling, "They abandoned me WOW!"

The little girl's hot tears scalded the back of Viola's hand. She raised her hand and patted the little girl's back, and said in a voice so soft that was almost choking, "It's okay. I'll take you to eat something delicious."

She shared her hatred with the little girl.

"Yes, I'll eat all of them. Daddy!"

The little girl wiped her dry tears and didn't even look at Maynard.

A slight smile appeared on Viola's face. Then, she took her hand and walked out of the room.

An hour later, Maynard carried his luggage to the outside of the villa and opened the trunk of the car. The phone rang out in the pocket of his suit jacket.

"Ah, it's Reporter Qi." Maynard looked at the number on the screen and pressed the answer key. At the same time, a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Mr. Chu, help..." anxiety came from Viola.

"No way!" Maynard answered coldly and was about to hang up the phone-

"Dad, someone hit me. Help!"

The little girl's cry and shouting were mixed with curses.

Hearing that, Maynard's face turned dark. In a cold voice, he asked, "Where are you?"

At the same time, in a different place, after the little girl with red eyes told Maynard her address, Viola felt relieved.

Looking at the pile of food on the table that was barely placed, she asked with a mournful face, "What should we do? There are so many..."

"Two guests, are you full?" The middle-aged saleswoman, with her hands on her abdomen, walked towards them and gave them many warm warnings. "Since it's a buffet, you will be fined 50 dollars if the food here is more than 50g."

Coming close to the table, Viola tried to cover her full stomach and smiled, " I'm not full yet...

"Temporary?" The waitress cast a sullen glance at Viola.

With a chill on her back and a numb on her scalp, Viola shifted her eyes to the wall inadvertently, clutching a leaflet that the three of them were eating a buffet with the chances to draw lottery. Her eyes lit up.