The Mischievous CEO Won't Let Me Go

ly turned blank. With the effect of the a

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h the air. The flavor of freshly baked cake and tea leaves with

ge chandelier and when she turned her head to t

breakfast tray on the bedside table. He sat beside the dumbfou

hat happened last night came flooding her se

.. Why did you bring me here!?" Her heart started pounding against her chest. She could remember

He supported his hands on the back of his head and said, "Why should I drop y

d for her shoes. This scene looks all familiar. Why had she entered his car? She could h

d my car with your cries..." He sized her up with an amused grin, her red angry face eliciting

es from a corner of the room. She quickly wor

g called out from the bed. He watched her bac

round and her gaze landed on the breakfast tray as steam rose from the teacup and

ttention back to the plate and he chortled. "Alright then, I guess I'll have to eat Trina's delicious t

tray and settle

her favorite snack shop? Were they really from Trina's Treats

ips while he breathed in the air around the food before picki

ste?" Greg asked invitingly.

of a sudden just as he was about to take a bite, the girl reache

ew hard on the tea while trying to swal

her hand and started blowing on it. "Tsk tsk tsk... prete

s as the taste of strawberry enriched milk hit her taste buds and the mellow solid me

er. Her sense was all consumed by the savory delicacy that

g, then used his thumb to wipe the small crumbs

et out another soft laugh. "

hearing the same word all the time. Why does everyone treat her as a baby? Even her parents– s

let out that annoying laugh. Oh, what she could g

u don't want my help," he said suddenly. "If you're not happy with the engagement, I'l

his mischievous brother had helped her sisters-in-law t

ed and she quickl

ew more years. A beauty like you shouldn't be bound to an