Can't stop loving you

Chapter 131 You Are Not Matched

For three consecutive days, it was time for Viola to go to work and stay at home. Nothing happened

between them.

She almost forgot her wedding, let alone the fact that she was already married.

It was not until she got a phone call from Maynard after work that she arrived at the villa reluctantly.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw his usual cold face and felt scared. "Mr. Chu, what can I do

for you?"

"You have had a good time these days." With his hands on his abdomen, Maynard put a faint smile on

his face.

When she heard this, she was taken aback and felt her heart skipped a beat. A shiver ran down her

spine as she replied, "No, I am not working very hard."

Maynard nodded his head slightly.

When she saw the look on his face, the vigilance on her body did not decrease but increased instead.

She sat straight and smiled flatteringly.

"You can live here from today on." Maynard gave her a glance with a strange expression, and said in

an ordinary tone.

Almost falling down from the sofa, she was frightened and said, "No, you can't."

What was wrong with her living in his house?

Besides, apart from morning and evening, she was worried about leaving Ann alone at home.

Maynard walked to her and pinched her chin with his cold big hand. Forced to raise her head, he said

with an expressionless face, "You don't have any other choice. Do you want others to suspect that

we're having a fake marriage?"

Upon hearing him, Viola's body stiffened. With a numb expression, she slapped off the goosebumps on

her body and forced herself to smile kindly. "Mr. Chu, we just pretend to be good in front of people.

After we get the marriage license, there's nothing to doubt."

"Have you ever seen someone else get married but still live together?" Maynard didn't get angry but

smiled coldly. "I don't read many books. Don't lie to me."

At the risk of swallowing her retort, she forced a smile and said, "Mr. Chu, why don't you find a mistress

and let's pretend to have a quarrel and split up?"

"You wish." A cold light flashed in Maynard's eyes. He threw a big bunch of keys to her, regardless of

whether she could catch them or not. The corners of his long and narrow eyes raised. "You can enter

the study as you like except that."

When she came back to her senses and was about to take the key, the key had already dropped to the

ground. She bent her head to pick it up and put it on the table. "Mr. Chu, I told you that I couldn't live

there," she said

"You are doing it for me, aren't you?" Maynard sat back on the sofa, with his arms on the sofa in a

casual manner, and said in an icy tone at his angular lips.

Viola nodded her head stiffly, "I know, but you have to let me go home and pack up my stuff, don't

you?"

She knew that Maynard despised her very much, and because of the ten million dollars, she was not

able to be bold and strong in front of him at all. She had to put up with it.

"Your clothes and toiletries are ready. Don't worry about this." Maynard raised his chin slightly in a

proud manner and said, "You'd better think about how to deal with it tonight."

Tonight?

She was confused.

In the evening, after a shower, Viola changed her clothes. When she came downstairs, she saw

Bernard and Elly standing in front of the table. She stopped at the sight of them. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

"Why are you here?" Hearing the noise, Elly turned her head to look at the source of the sound. Her

face paled all of a sudden.

The others stopped talking and looked at her. For a moment, Viola didn't know how to explain.

"Sit down and have a good chat."

A low, pleasant voice came from behind her. She was wrapped in a light smell of tobacco.

Just by hearing the voice and smelling the odor, she knew that it was Maynard undoubtedly.

She struggled in discomfort, but was repaid with more strength from his arms. She recalled what he

had said, and went downstairs with him.

A faint smile played at the corners of Maynard's mouth. The expression in his eyes was as ambiguous

as the sun in winter. He pulled the chair for her in person and said, "Sit down."

The fine hair on her body stood up. She sat down obediently like a puppet.

"You two?" As soon as Elly thought of something, her face turned as pale as paper.

Maynard, who was sitting in the main chair, namely in the opposite side of Viola, put his hands on the

table and said in a low voice, "I'm calling you here today for one thing to announce."

Clenching her skirt nervously.

"What is it?" A wicked glint flashed in his eyes. Bernard said half jokingly half seriously, "If this is the

last dinner, I will refuse."

"Daddy, will you give us a big surprise?" The little girl smiled sweetly, cupping her cheeks with her

hands.

Maynard said in a serious tone, his face deadpan, "I'm married to Reporter Qi."

There was dead silence.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

All the people present were petrified. They didn't come to their senses until they heard the claps of

excitement.

"Congratulations on your marriage! Wish you grow old together!" Bernard clapped and sent his wishes

generously.

"Thank you." Maynard nodded to show his understanding.

Viola tried to smile, but failed.

"You must have gotten your marriage certificate." "When will you hold your wedding?" Bernard asked

"I don't want others to know that they will disturb me and the reporters. So we won't hold the wedding."

Maynard's face was expressionless. He glanced at Viola, "You're right, Reporter Qi?"

Viola nodded hurriedly, "Yes, it's better to be low-key. Showing off love will die soon."

When they came to the villa for dinner and learned that they had married, their reactions were different.

"Clang!" The sound of knives and forks falling on the ground rang out.

"I'm sorry." Hearing that, Elly came to herself. Her smile looked even uglier than crying.

After a servant picked up the knife and fork, the other servant quickly changed to a new one.

"Daddy, why don't you marry Mommy?" The little girl looked at them, her eyes full of confusion and

helplessness.

It was so embarrassed that Viola couldn't look at her directly.

"You are too young to understand something." It was so unlike him to coax a little girl.

"Baby, let's eat, okay?"

Elly held the little girl and coaxed her softly.

"You are a liar!" The little girl shook off her mother's hand, ran to Viola and yelled, "I hate you!"

Viola's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she heard the words. She didn't say anything.

"Enough!" Maynard said in an indifferent tone.

The little girl was stunned. She ran to him and grabbed his sleeve, her eyes red. "Daddy, let's go out to

watch a movie, okay?"

"Stop it." Maynard said and glanced at her.

"Wow, you don't hurt me anymore!" The little girl couldn't hold back her tears, which fell like pearls with

broken threads. "You don't even remember today is Mommy's birthday."

Elly's eyes also turned red. She took the little girl into her arms and patted her on the back.

Seeing that they were obviously in a bad mood and that she could not accept the fact that Maynard

was suddenly married, she took a deep breath and screwed up her courage. "Mr. Chu, you may go with

us."

Maynard took a deep look at her, and then fixed his eyes on the little girl, who was crying her heart out.

Slowly, he nodded and agreed.

After watching them leave, Viola wiped the sweat off her face, watching Bernard eating and drinking,

without being disturbed at all.

She strode over and took away the knife and fork from his hand. "Don't you have anything to tell me?"

With a pensive look on his face, Bernard rested one of his hands on his chin and blinked in confusion.

"What do you think about being the wife of the Chu Group?" he asked

Angrily, she turned her face away and ignored him.

"You and Maynard are different people," Bernard snapped his fingers and asked them to bring a new

pair of blades and forks. "Your marriage will not last long with such a large gap between you two."

She opened her mouth, trying to say something, but in the end, she still didn't say anything. Looking at

the western food on the table, she suddenly lost her appetite. She pushed the chair open and walked

out of the door.

Wandering on the street like a ghost, she bought a cup of milk tea when passing a milk tea shop.

However, she didn't find any money in her pocket when she paid.

When a kid wanted to cry but had no tears, she suddenly saw another person standing beside. "Let me

pay for you."

Raising her head, Viola saw the warm smile on Zarian's face. When she came to herself and was about

to refuse, he had already paid the bill.

On their way, she stopped and turned to Zarian. "Thank you. I'll pay you back."

"You are welcome." Zarian held her hand and said gently in the dim street lamp, "Go to a place with

me."

After hesitating for a while, she was dragged forward by him all the way until they arrived at an open

bookstore at night.

"This is the place where I met you and fell in love with you. Viola, please give me a chance to chase

you again." Holding her thin shoulders, Zarian gazed at her affectionately.

A hint of nostalgia flashed through Viola's eyes, and she immediately got flustered and gently pushed

him away. "I can't agree with this."

"Why not?" Zarian didn't understand why and felt dejected. "It wasn't your fault back then. I don't mind."

They had missed each other for five years. How many more years could they have?