His Beloved Mate

Chapter 93 Since She Lost, He Would Win For Her

Dylan looked at her with great interest and suddenly grabbed her chin overbearingly. He was keen on

hearing her call him "honey". After all, she always called him a capitalist. Although it sounded different,

it was not as pleasant as the word "honey".

Shock was shown all over Cassie's face. She couldn't stand steadily.

As soon as Dylan reached out his hand, he held Cassie in his arms and kissed her lips. Cassie froze in

his arm, and Dylan held her hand.

She stayed still, afraid that he would do something excessive.

"Mr. Dylan, these are the financial statements of this month..."

The document in Simon's hand fell to the ground with a bang. 'Damn it! Mr. Dylan looks so abstinent.

How could he do such a thing in his office and be seen by me! '!

Simon said nervously, "I... I didn't mean to see it."

Cassie blushed. Damn it! She felt so humiliated. She kissed in the office and was seen by Simon. She

stood up from the capitalist's arms, looked at him awkwardly and said incoherently, "I... I have to go

now."

"Bang!" the door of the office was closed by Cassie. Simon was brought back to his senses. Only Dylan

remained calm, as if nothing had happened. He frowned and asked Simon in a deep voice, "You just..."

Before he could finish his words, Simon understood what he meant. He quickly said, "Mr. Dylan, I didn't

see anything, nor did I go out to talk nonsense. Please don't deduct my salary."

However, to his surprise, the corners of Dylan's mouth lifted. Dylan said in a brisk tone, "My wife and I

should do whatever we should do."

Simon breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the financial statements on the ground and handed them

to Dylan. Noticing that the pen in his hand seemed to have been changed, Simon frowned and asked,

"Mr. Dylan, is the previous pen not easy to use?"

Dylan raised his head and said in a flaunting tone, "She bought it for me."

"…"

Simon's face darkened. What did he do wrong? He had been single for so many years, but he still had

to enjoy the love between the CEO and his wife every day!

It was unreasonable! It was so unreasonable!

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Night fell

The lights in the West Mountain Linyu were on.

Cassie was playing games in the living room on the second floor. Footsteps came along with a familiar

voice. "Come and have a try."

She didn't turn around and continued to play the game with her legs crossed. Her slender fingers

quickly typed on the keyboard. "I'll try again later. I'll finish this game."

Dylan frowned.

A few days ago, he praised her for not playing games and knowing to get down to business. Now she

began to play again. It was really not good to praise her.

The familiar and clear smell of men's perfume wrapped around Cassie. The enemy was about to be

killed with a knife. A tinge of joy spilled over her eyebrows. Just as she was smiling, suddenly, the

computer was closed with a "snap".

Upon hearing this, Cassie's face darkened. She raised her head and glared at Dylan. "What are you

doing? I almost win it!" she said angrily.

Then she made a gesture of "a little" with her thumb and index finger.

Dylan threw the shoebox on the floor and said, "Here you are."

His voice was a little unhappy. He was kind enough to send something here, but he was scolded.

Anyone else would feel dissatisfied. Let alone the arrogant man, such as Dylan. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Cassie's eyes fell on the shoes and she noticed it. Only then did she realize that she had spoken to

Dylan in a wrong tone, so she apologized awkwardly, "I'm sorry."

Without saying anything, Dylan said to her, "Have a try."

She muttered, "I just need to wear ordinary sneakers. Why did I buy it on purpose?"

Dylan rubbed his forehead and explained patiently, "... Ordinary sneakers are different from golf shoes."

She looked carefully at the shoes on her feet and found that they were indeed different. There were

many shoe patterns on the soles of the golf shoes. She said, "Well."

The size of the shoes wasn't too big or too small, so Dylan nodded with satisfaction. Cassie took off her

shoes and put on her slippers again. Dylan said, "Turn on the computer."

Cassie asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Dylan asked, "Didn't you just say that you lost?"

Now that she had lost, he would win for her.

After being stunned for a while, Cassie muttered, "It doesn't matter."

Seeing that she was unmoved, Dylan turned on the computer. He sat on the sofa and asked, "Which

one?"

He didn't find that she had downloaded many online games.

Cassie obediently clicked on the game, "This one."

Cassie loved playing games and eating, but she was not good at playing games.

Fortunately, she had asked netizens before playing the game, and they all said that it was easy to play

Show. So she played Show.

Dylan was sitting on the sofa. Since her seat was occupied, she had to sit on the floor. The floor was

covered with a fluffy carpet, so she didn't feel cold. She pointed at the skill on the screen and

introduced it to Dylan, "This is the burst. This is control, and this is to reduce injury..."

He was so close to her that she could smell the familiar perfume and his calm and burning breath.

Feeling a little embarrassed, she turned around and tried to keep a distance from him. It didn't matter

whether Cassie turned her head or not. As soon as she turned her head, her lips pressed against his.

Cassie instantly became flustered, but Dylan was unusually calm. It seemed that Cassie could see the

sly smile in his eyes.

Dylan put his arms around her waist, and the limp and numb feeling spread all over her body in an

instant. She pushed him away gently with a red face. She tried to pretend to be calm, but her steady,

powerful and messy heartbeat betrayed her.

She lowered her head to avoid his eyes.

However, Dylan lifted her chin and looked at her with burning eyes. He joked, "Mrs. Dylan, are you

shy?"

After clearing her throat, Cassie changed the topic and asked, "Do you understand what I just said to

you?"

Without asking more questions, Dylan fixed his eyes on Cassie and said, "Got it."

She gave the seat to him and sat next to him. When the background music of the arena rang, Cassie

approached him.

It was the first time for Dylan to play this game. But after the explanation of Cassie, he knew the rules

of this game. There was only 1/3 of his blood left. Cassie said nervously, "Ouch, hurry up to reduce the

injury."