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I reacted when the warm air pressed against my skin through my clothes.

I followed this man to the other man's home.

Quiet and clean private apartment, not too big and not too small.

The orange light was soft and set off the man's handsome face.

He undid his silver cufflinks, pulled up his cuffs and walked to the kitchen to pour out a glass of warm water.

"Baby, take a sip of warm water first, then take a shower and change your clothes, don't catch a cold."

I froze, not responding.

This man's deep eyes blinked down, casually pulled out a piece of paper from the coffee table and unhurriedly wiped the raindrops from my face.

As his hand approached, I subconsciously dodged it for a moment.

He smiled faintly, traced my face with his fingertips, then said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I don't force women."

I sensed a sense of arrogance and disdain in what clearly sounded like a mild statement.

I knew this man, his name was Alex Jones.

He is a famous flirt in town and the president of the city's top entertainment company.

The number of women who have offered themselves to him is too many to count, and indeed no woman has ever been worthy of his coercion.

I moved my lips and was about to explain when Alex's gentle voice again interrupted me forcefully, "Listen, go take a shower and change into clean clothes."

His tone was gentle, yet he revealed a sense of authority that could not be denied.

I frowned uncomfortably, this man looks very gentle, he may be this gentle to anyone, but his bones are strong and arrogant can not be hidden.

Of course, he probably didn't think to hide it.

"Mr. Jones, I'm not used to showering in a stranger's home."

Alex stared at me for a few seconds and smiled idly, "I thought that the formerly high and mighty Miss Smith could care less about that when she could kneel in front of her ex-boyfriend's door"

My pupils suddenly tightened, my fingers squeezed into fists, and a stabbing pain came from my heart.

The atmosphere froze for a few dozen seconds, and Alex was not slowing down, clearly not meaning to back down.

I retracted my eyes, tilted my head and drained the warm water from the cup, which was placed ungently on the coffee table, and I stood up.

"Good."

He needs women and I need money, it's just a game of men and women, eyes closed, everything will pass.

Silently, I went into the bathroom to get ready to take off my soaking wet clothes, when I heard the phone ring outside and vaguely heard the conversation outside.

"Grandma, you're a handful of years old and you're still up this late."

"......"

"Me? I'm cultivating a relationship with my future wife, you're calling me at this hour, aren't you disturbing me to make you a grandson?"

"......"

"Well, I'll bring it back to you tomorrow, and you'll know it when you see it for yourself."

As he hung up the phone, I turned on the shower.

When I finished my shower, put on a bathrobe that didn't fit very well, and walked out, this man was half lying on the couch.

He had his head hanging slightly, and his pretty thin lips pursed in a smiley arc.

I took a deep breath, stepped calmly and went to sit next to him on the sofa.

Fingers unmovingly squeezed his lapel, trying to make his face show a smile, "Mr. Jones, I'm done washing."

Alex lifted his eyelids, looking at me with more than a few playful eyes, the action intentionally or unintentionally, the majority of my body circled into his arms, the other hand shallowly pick up my chin, voice line low dumb compulsion, "Be my woman."

So quick to cut to the chase.

"Be your woman?" I laughed, a cold laugh. "Mr. Jones, there are plenty of people like you who have money and want to keep mistresses, so why should I be your woman?"

Alex stared at my face for a few dozen seconds, reached out and touched my cheeks, smiling, "Baby, you're not qualified to negotiate with me."

I was embarrassed to have my mind penetrated, so I confessed. "I know clearly that Mr. Jones is a shrewd businessman. But my own value is not false, in terms of appearance, I am one of the best in town, and in terms of background, I was originally the daughter of a powerful family. Buy me, what price do you offer?"

I gritted my teeth and asked, if I could not borrow any more money, my grandfather would not survive these few days, for the sake of my nearest and dearest, only this.

"You just said that people with money who want a mistress are just like me, right?"

"To me, you're all the same."

He suddenly hung his head and approached me, his breath spilling over my body, stimulating my cheeks to redden and my heart to beat faster. He said in a sexy voice, "Baby, how can I be the same as all of them?"

"......"

He withdrew his fingers, his cold lips imprinted on my forehead, and his low voice rang slowly in my ears, "I have no hobby of keeping a mistress, being my woman means being my wife."

At that instant, my heart stopped half a beat.

I was flabbergasted: "What?"

"I'll pay for your grandfather's surgery, and I'll pay your family's debts," his thin lips almost pressed against my ear bone, his breath blowing into my ear, bringing an itch. "You, marry me."

I looked at the handsome, perfect face in front of me.

I smiled coldly.

I obviously didn't believe him.

He was the president of Helen City's big-name business, holding the wealth of the entire entertainment industry in his hands, a superhero among male gods.

What am I? A bankrupt girl with 200 million in assets?

"You want to marry me? Where am I worth?"