Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering

Chapter 1045 - 1042: Indulged by the Master: Burn Money Freely, Smash Antiques at Will! (Part 4)

"Weren’t you planning to borrow a gene? Fine, I’ll lend it to you, so...""Sweetheart, you promised that night, take responsibility for the consequences. You’re just my lover now, you must listen to me, stay where I arrange, and wait for my affection, understand?"

She initiated this, now she wants to regret it, too late!!

"I don’t want to be your lover." Her refusal was firm, "Mr. President, I know you’re powerful, but I’m not from your Sovereign Empire. I won’t agree to be kept on this island. Please don’t be so narcissistic to think I’ll stay here with you, okay?"

"Narcissistic?" He smirked, trying to communicate with her properly now. If he couldn’t, he’d have to resort to force, otherwise she really wouldn’t know who the master of this place was!

"Yes, you’re very narcissistic." She replied.

"Done talking?" He asked, "By the way, remember, I don’t like women who talk too much, okay?"

Talking too much really doesn’t do her any good.

Eva ignored him, pursed her red lips, and walked ahead. She really shouldn’t have provoked this unreasonable man; now she regrets it, but it’s too late.

Fortunately, this afternoon, she contacted Liam Coldwell, hoping he could really come and rescue her?

Eva feared the sea; she didn’t like this place, much less wanted to be his lover. Who does he think he is?

Thinking about it, she suddenly stopped and said, "Lucas Knight, Eastern Europe definitely won’t let go of my disappearance, even if you keep me here, they’ll quickly find me."

She originally thought he’d say something, but unexpectedly, he didn’t speak, just lifted his eyes to look at her a few times, suddenly saying, "Do you still intend to pull a dagger on me?"

His question was sharp and seemed unrelated to what she said.

Deliberately changing the topic, he said, "Too bad, sweetheart, even if a hundred like you come, they can’t hurt me."

"So, before you act next time, consider if you have a chance of winning, lest you gain nothing from it!"

"Also," he suddenly approached, wrapped an arm around her waist tightly, seemingly as a reminder, "Remember what you said that night. After borrowing the gene, you must take responsibility for the rest."

She only felt her waist burning, more precisely, his large hand was too hot, scorching her.

She took two steps back, regained composure, and said, "Mr. President, it was indeed my intention to borrow a gene that night, but you didn’t lose anything, did you? Why make things difficult and keep me here? You have your choice of women; why me specifically?"

Before she could finish speaking, he quickly replied, "Because only you."

Eva: "..."

What does he mean?

Why when she looks at him, does she feel his gaze is too intense, even filled with emotion, emotion?!

Hell, this must be her illusion, an illusion.

Her eyes must have a problem; how could it be, she’s a stranger to him, meeting only a few times, each time with some minor unpleasant incident.

This time, she’s also very dissatisfied, so she straightforwardly said again, "Mr. President, I attacked your men, hurt them badly, made them bleed. Shouldn’t you come to settle the score and drive me out of here?"

He smirked, "I just want to say, well done."

If she doesn’t like someone, hitting them is fine!!