Millionaire In Love With Me

Anthony thought for a long time and finally agreed reluctantly, ”It’s done. I’ll let her off once this time for your sake. But next time, Mike, you can’t interfere again.”

“Sure.”

Mike raised his wrist and looked at the time on his wristwatch, “It’s not even eight o’clock yet, let’s go to eat hot pot, as a token of appreciation.”

“Okay.”

Anthony agreed readily.

“Uncle Mike, since you’ve met someone you know, you guys talk first, Yara and I will go first.” Vivian picked up her bag, pulled Yara, who was loosely tied, and ran towards the outside without waiting for their agreement.

As if they were afraid that Anthony might temporarily backtrack, the two kept running for a long distance before stopping.

Yara panted heavily, exhausted.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Vivian stared at Yara, not only did she not feel sorry for Yara, but she slapped her on the head, “Damn it, you are ungrateful, you’d rather push me out than let Mike clash with Anthony?”

This fucking love.

She really didn’t know what to say.

“Ouch, that hurts …,” Yara bristled and reached out to cover her head, “Don’t be angry. I know Anthony well, he won’t lay a hand on a woman, but he’ll never show mercy to a man. I like Mike, so I subconsciously want to protect her.”

Vivian felt a blockage in her heart at this.

“Hmph, don’t expect me to save you next time.” Vivian coldly snorted and walked away.

“Don’t worry, even if there is a next time, I won’t look for you again. Anthony doesn’t lay hands on women, but I’m afraid he’s secretly plotting against you.”

She followed Vivian, walking alongside her, gathered her trench coat around her and asked, “If I hadn’t saved you last time, would you have left me alone today?”

“Of course.”

Vivian lifted the satchel on her shoulder, “I’m not a saint, I can’t even protect myself, how can I risk my life to save you? Is that possible?”

“Hahahaha, I like your true and quick-wittedness. Come on, let’s have some hot pot too, no, let’s have barbecue. It’s on me, as a token of my appreciation.”

She wrapped an arm around Vivian’s neck and left the airport with her, taking a taxi back to the city centre.

Sitting in the car, Yara tugged at the corner of her coat, deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about?” Vivian asked casually.

Yara bit her red lips lightly, her cheeks tinged with shyness, “Vivian, do you think that Mike likes me too? Why else would he risk his life to save me?”

“What the …”

“I know you told him to come, but he knew the other side was Anthony and was willing to save me. It’s not the same.”

Yara clasped her fingers together and said, a smile curling up at the corners of her mouth, happy and blushing.

“So, you’re planning to be with him?” Vivian raised her eyebrows, looking like she was watching a show.

Yara smiled, “If he’s willing, of course I have no problem with that.”

“You haven’t known Mike for long and you want to marry him, don’t you think it’s rash? Or do you like him because he is handsome?”

Mike was indeed very handsome, mature and steady yet with unique handsomeness that one could never forget.

But Yara hadn’t known Mike for too long, and the fact that she had actually fallen so quickly was a great surprise to Vivian.

If Anthony knew that Yara had a crush on Mike, it would be a feud between friends.

Yara leaned against the car seat, tilting her head and wandering in mind.

Just when Vivian thought she didn’t want to answer the question, she heard Yara say, “Whether it is a rash or not, I like him.”

She admitted it straightforward, she was really tempted by that man.

“You …”

Vivian was tempted to dissuade Yara.

He was a person who had been abroad for a few years and was actually so close to Prince Anthony, his abilities should not be underestimated.

This kind of person was dangerous.

But when she saw Yara wandering in a sea of love, she didn’t say it after all.

The two of them found a place to eat, and then went home separately.

After arriving home, Yara waited until eleven o’clock before she dared to send Mike a message: [Are you asleep?]

As he had taken Anthony to a hot pot, Yara was worried that Anthony would find out if she sent the message too early.

After a message was sent out, Yara lay on her bed looking at the ceiling, a scene from today’s incident at the airport came to her mind, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up into a smile.

There was the reply.

She immediately grabbed her phone and opened the message: [Not yet. You were frightened today, right?

Yara didn’t expect that Mike would actually reply the message so quickly.

Looking at the text message on her phone, full of care and concern, Yara said, [Thank you and Vivian for today, if you hadn’t saved me, I would have been on the plane to C Country right now.]

[You’re welcome.]

[The gratitude of saving my life is more important than anything else. I will treat you to dinner some other day.]

[Okay.]

[Then it’s settled.]

Yara replied the last message, and Mike replied okay and nothing more.

She lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, her mind filled with the handsome face of Mike, making her restless.

Clutching her phone, Yara tapped on the screen: [Do you have a girlfriend?]

After thinking about it, she deleted it.

After a while, she edited another one, [Have you ever thought about a relationship?]

“No, it’s too blunt.”

Yara muttered, and gave it another edit.

Finally, the edit said, [Do you have someone you like?]

But after this message was sent, there was silence.

Yara couldn’t help but start thinking about it, and tossed and turned in bed until the latter part of the night before falling asleep.

…

Vivian returned to her flat, washed up, wrapped herself in her pajamas and nestled under the covers, holding her computer and working.

As she was chatting with the people at Vinca E-Sports about work-related matters on voice, she received a voice message from Morris.

She glanced at the voice and turned it into text, [The night after tomorrow is the Cheal family banquet, remember to come back.]

Vivian didn’t think much about it and replied directly: [Okay.]

Morris at the other end of the phone, sitting in the president’s office of the Eonothem Group, by the floor-to-ceiling window, with an unobstructed view of L City, and clearly had a feeling of supremacy, but in the face of Vivian, everything he did seemed so powerless.

He tried every mean, but Vivian still refused him.

He looked at the word sent by Vivian and clutched his phone, hesitating for a long time, seemingly not knowing what to say, he didn’t continue sending messages.

He was busy at the office for a long time before he left.

As the car drove on, it involuntarily drove to the floor of Vivian’s rental house.

Morris got out of the car in the cold wind, leaning against the car door, silently smoking a cigarette.