Can't stop loving you

Chapter 74 Don't Flatter Yourself

The corners of Viola's mouth twitched. She had just called him, and now he was on the phone with

someone else?

Looking up at the clock on the wall, she found that it was eight.

Meanwhile, she was trying to call and refuse him.

Maynard called her again. She answered, "Mr. Chu, I'm busy."

"I have sent you objects to buy. Please take them to me."

Looking at the phone that was hung up again, she wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Ding Dong!"

Her phone rang for new messages.

A few minutes later, Viola received a message and went into the room. She found that the room was

filled with a lot of food materials. It was Maynard who sent the message.

She could not accept such a clear cut cut answer.

In the end, she gave in and lowered her head in front of the evil power of Maynard.

She took the groceries she bought in a hurry and rang the doorbell of the villa.

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Viola entered the villa, put the things on the table, and shook her sore right hand.

She had a micro facelift, and saw Maynard watching TV in his room.

How couldn't she ask a servant for help if she was hungry?

"Mr. Chu, can you do that?" Viola grabbed the remoter from his hand. "You've been thinking of

strangling me this morning. Aren't you afraid that I'll throw poison into the kitchen if you want me to

cook now?"

"Do you dare?" Maynard cast a cold glance at her.

Viola nodded, "Just let the servant do this."

Maynard sat upright and loosened the buttons of his two shirts. "If I let the servants do it, you'll spend

the rest two months in vain," he said casually

On a second thought, Viola agreed with her, but she was still very displeased. She opened her mouth,

but she didn't have the courage to refute her, so she had to change the topic. "Mr. Chu, what would you

like to eat?"

"I'll make two filet Mignons." Maynard picked up the business magazine on the table and turned two

pages without raising his head.

A complicated look came over Viola's face. Two copies?

Perhaps it was because Maynard was so kind that one was for him, the other was for her.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that she hadn't taken any action for quite a while, Maynard stopped reading

the magazine. "Any problem?" he asked

A smile appeared on her face. She shook her head and replied, "No problem. I'll do it right away."

Viola guessed that Simon was just being tough and soft hearted. She seemed to have forgotten the

lesson she had received this morning, and rushed into the kitchen to cook excitedly.

After making two portions of steak, she gently took them out, wearing a new crayon apron.

Under the hanging light of the crystal chandelier, she looked at the shiny white plate, on which there

was delicious steak with different colors and tastes. She could not help but covet it.

"Mr. Chu, they are ready." She swallowed and looked away.

Maynard said in a neither cold nor warm voice. "Light the candles on the table."

He was right. There were indeed two candles as thick as babies' arms over there.

It was the rhythm of a candlelight dinner.

With a weird feeling in her heart, she looked as if nothing had happened and said in a peaceful voice,

"Mr. Chu, in fact, it's just a steak. I don't think it's necessary."

"Reporter Qi, I'm afraid I can't control you anymore." Maynard said while casting a frightening glance at

her.

Then she nodded her head and said, "No, No. I'll do it right now."

She lit the candles on the candlestick obediently, and the candlelight was dancing slightly.

"Bring me a bottle of 1982 Chateau Lafite."

When Viola just finished, Maynard said again.

"Mr. Chu, don't you think it's a bit wasteful?"

"It's my money. Does it have anything to do with you?" With no superfluous expression on his face,

Maynard didn't answer her question but asked her instead.

Viola was speechless. She took a bottle of wine from the cupboard specially used to put wine in the

kitchen, and two goblets by the way out.

Clang! Clang! Clang

Just as Viola put the wine and wine on the table, the doorbell rang.

"Open the door." Maynard gave a hint to her.

Viola rolled her eyes, wiped her hands on the apron and went to open the door.

When she saw Yesenia, who was wearing a long red strapless dress and floating long hair, she almost

closed the door again.

"Good evening, Miss Qi." Yesenia lifted her long hair, looked at her with a big face and a big smile.

Viola swallowed hard and said: "Good, good evening."

"May I come in?" Glancing at inside the room, she said, "I'm afraid that Maynard have been waiting for

me for so long."

It seemed that there were a lot of information in her words. She stepped aside in silence. When carols

came in, she closed the door with a sad face.

"Damn it! Am I late?" With a gentle and graceful smile on her face, Yesenia carried a red handbag.

"I'm on time. Your favorite steak is ready. Sit down and have a taste." Maynard closed the magazine in

his hand, turned off the light, walked to the table and pulled out the chair for her in person.

The light in the living room was dim, and the light of the candles swayed slightly on the dining table,

making it more romantic, Seeing them sitting down one after another, she was smart enough to

understand that she was self-sentimental.

"Gulu gulp!"

Suddenly there came Viola's stomach, which made her extremely embarrassed.

"Reporter Qi, why are you still here?" As if she was not being noticed just now, Maynard frowned for a

moment and said unhappily, "If you have nothing else to do, you can leave now."

Being extremely angry, she took off her apron, walked into the kitchen and picked up her bag, ready to

leave.

"Wait!" Hearing that, Yesenia stood up, walked over to her and took her hand. "Oh my God! Miss Qi

has been busy all day long. How about inviting her to have dinner with us together?"

Viola shook off her hands and said, "No, thank you."

"Please take a seat." Maynard pulled out the goblet, poured the mellow and fragrant wine into the cup,

and said slowly.

A strange look came over to Viola's face. She looked at the steaks on the table and was confused. "Er,

Mr. Chu, how can we eat two portions of steak for the three of us?"

After filling the glass with red wine, Maynard glanced at her and said, "There is a dish of food at the

bottom of the fridge that the servants have made before they get off work. You can eat it."

Viola rushed into the room in high spirits, guessing whether they were braised prawns or braised pork

trotters in brown sauce. She couldn't stop smiling.

She then opened the refrigerator and found that there was only a dish of fruit salad.

Upon hearing that, Viola's face turned green. She immediately took it out and said, "Mr. Chu, are you

talking about this?"

"Yes." Maynard said indifferently.

A feeling of helplessness came over her. Did he do it on purpose?

Though in pain, she still refused to give up. "Are you sure?"

"What? Are you questioning me?" Maynard sipped his wine, raised his eyebrows and looked sideways

at her.

A smile broke on her lips. "No, I'm not."

"Miss Qi, please sit down." Yesenia giggled, "Fruit salad is nutritious. You can lose weight."

Pulling out a chair and sitting between them, Viola helplessly watched them start the dinner.

She tasted vegetables as tasteful as wax, and looked at Maynard and Yesenia who were sitting in the

host seat of honor eating delicious steak. She was itching to take the place of them.

Turning her eyes away, Anna felt her heart was bleeding. If they had to eat on cold food, she would

accept it. But why could she eat spicy food while she ate vegetables?

She only had a few bites and was full of anger. The big difference in her heart made her full of

anger.