His Domineering Lover

Chapter 81

Removing his previous dominance, Adam became gentle, and Tracey got somewhat unaccustomed to it.

He got away from Tracey's body. 'TH get something for you."

Now only Tracey alone in the room. She hurriedly ran to the bathroom and saw her blushing cheeks, a pair of eyes full of emotions.

She touched her face and felt it hot! Just now, under the bright morning sunshine, Adam was watching at her.

She had never contacted such a pair of gentle eyes, like it that she would be melted if he looked at her for a bit longer.

Her lips were also becoming red after being kissed, shining with tenderness.

At this moment, her mind was full of Adam, his kiss, his breath, and his face. She quickly shook her head when she realized this. "Tracey, what are you doing!"

She washed her face with cold water to returned to consciousness. She suddenly remembered that she was with makeup when she was going to see Adam last night.

She touched her face and found there was no foundation. Only one reason for it, Adam removed it away.

She didn't expect that he would be so careful. As soon as thinking of he was cleaning face for her, she couldn't' help flushing.

Adam knocked on the door of the bathroom and said, "Here you are."

She opened the door. In addition to the clothes he had prepared for her, there were underwear and sanitary pads.

They were not put in the room, so he was going downstairs for taking them. Tracey's heart was warm.

"Than...thanks." She reached out a hand and took them in. She saw the blood on his pants, he didn't change them when going down.

He smiled and said, "My Tracey never has to thank."

Looked at his pure smile, her heart beat faster. She quickly closed the door and leaned against it, holding the clothes in her arms.

She pressed her pumping chest. Just being sent something, why did it jump so fast?!

When she was busy washing up, Adam picked a white dress for her.

She opened the door, her black and wet hair draped over her shoulder, no makeup on the face. Now she was similar to the one three years ago.

But Adam knew that it couldn't go back. Her eyes had changed.

"You're hungry, right? I had told them to prepare breakfast. Just go downstairs and it's served." Adam had just washed up and handed the dress to her.

He deliberately chose a white dress, for making Tracey forget about the sad past and return to the princess before.

Looking at his eyes, Tracey moved her fingers slightly but finally did not take it over.

She just left. Adam looked at her back and embarrassedly withdrew his hand. He was not angry. It seemed that she still needed some time.

Most of the food on the table was good for the stomach, which is quite different from those Tracey had last time here.

It was obvious that they were also Adam's special preparation. She was drunk last night and all the food was porridge and some nutritious side dishes.

Tracey pretended to ignore Adam's kindness. She had the porridge little by little. Adam secretly remembered what kind of dishes she liked.

When she almost finished her meal, someone handed her a folder. "What's this?" Tracey suddenly thought that there was such a disgusting agreement in the bag last time.

"Take a look." Adam chuckled and did not answer directly.

Tracey opened the folder and found that it was full of the information of various presidents, which was much more detailed than the one given by Steve Xiao.

"Why did you give me this?"

"Haven't you been busy preparing for the new company recently? You've also visited a few people, but visiting is far from being enough."

Adam elegantly took a sip of his juice. Tracey felt that there was something more in his words. "Then what's the information?"

"I've already visited all the people on this list. Once you started to operate your company, you can cooperate with them at any time."

"So you don't have to visit them personally. You just need to treat them a meal. Of course, as long as you want, I can also arrange meals for you."

Tracey put down the folder. "Why Are you so kind? Tell me, what's the condition?"

Adam looked at her eyes. This kind of eyes could only be trained by doing business for a long time. The instinct of a businessperson should be good at negotiation. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

And Tracey was really good at this. Adam smiled, putting down his glass.

"What do you think I want?"

Tracey's heart sank. "You gave me such a big help. After that, I'll give you whatever you want." "Including myself." Of course, she didn't say the last sentence out.

She knew that Adam had always wanted her, so she should be the reward.

"So he is going to exchange the information with me?" Tracey lost all the good impression of him from this morning.

Seeing that her eyes became cold, Adam seemed to have figured out her thoughts. "I want you to promise me one thing."

"What?" Tracey looked at him, already guessed what he will be saying.

"I want you to promise me that if I am not with you, you can't be drunk again."

Tracey's eyes are suddenly goggled. She really didn't expect that he would say this.

"What, don't you agree?" He asked, pretending to take back the folder.

Tracey pressed on it, saying bitterly, "I agree."

"Good girl." He rubbed her head. Tracey looked up and saw his smile.

Was it her illusion? Why could Adam change so completely?

But he turned a little bit like that guy who always wore a white shirt many years ago.

She put his hand down. "I'll go back to school."

"Okay, I'm just the same way. I'll take you there. I'll arrange dinner for you tonight." Adam said.

Adam didn't mean to lock her at all. Tracey felt more and more strange. This man seemed to have changed his mind overnight.

She never knew that after hearing her "drunk stories", Adam would not willing to hurt her and to let her be hurt by others.

Although Tracey was full of doubts, she suppressed them all. Perhaps Adam was just insane.

He drove her to school, Tracey changed into outdated clothes again. Adam sneered at her dress.

"That's good, in case there are some annoyed people pestering you." He rubbed her head one more time.

"Why does this man like to rub me so much?! I'm not a puppy." She thought, breaking free from his grip-

"Will never be dressing like this soon." Tracey told herself.