Mr Cold Ceo Loves Me

Summer rain always came so suddenly.

Emma Jones walked out of the cemetery alone and was soaked by surprise.

Her slender figure ran in the rain towards the bicycle parked on the side of the road.

The black, shiny, waist-length hair was soaked in rain and draped wetly against her back.

The bangs on her forehead obstructed her vision, so she raised her hand and moved them aside. Then a pair of clean and clear eyes appeared and looked slightly reddish...

Today was the day of her mother's death for ten years, and it was also her birthday.

On her 10th birthday, her mother committed suicide in depression.

The reason was that her beloved husband had an affair with another woman.

What a frustrating reason! For a man who didn't love her and betrayed her, she hastily ended her life at only 32 years old.

Emma Jones recollected that year and could not help but sigh heavily.

She felt pity for her mother.

At that time, her mother was a beautiful woman famous in the whole town. She was gentle, elegant, and was not inferior to those ladies and celebrities of magnificent families.

Many people were courting her, but she finally chose Carl Jones, a selfish and irresponsible man.

According to Emma Jones's memory, no man could be even worse than her dad Carl Jones.

He beat his wife for his mistress, abused his daughter for his mistress's son, and even didn't show up when his wife, who had married him for twelve years, was forced to commit suicide.

This kind of man was definitely the worst scum!

The tears, along traces of the falling rain, wet her cheeks.

Biting her lip deeply and pedaling her bicycle vigorously, Emma Jones struggled to vent her sadness and anger which had filled her heart.

But suddenly...

A black car roared past her, the water on the road was splashed, and Emma Jones was caught by the water all over...

Unprepared, she was taken to the ground by the screaming wind whirled by the car.

The wind raised the end of her skirt, and somewhere of her left leg was hurt in this accident, exposing a finger-wide wound...

As the red blood ran out, her face turned pale with pain.

"Asshole, are you looking down on a biker? You are proud of driving a luxury car, huh? Watch out for a flat tire!"

Emma Jones covered her wound and shouted angrily.

It was so annoying.

She was riding to the far side, almost against the guardrail, and the rushing car could still even knock her down...

If she had ridden a little closer to the middle of the road, would she have been hit to fly out long ago?

She couldn't help but think that this person who drove a luxury car was too uneducated and arrogant.

Hiss, it hurt!

Seeing the wound could not stop bleeding, Emma Jones panicked deeply.

She was in the middle of nowhere, what if she kept bleeding?