Chapter 3 How Will You Repay Me

This woman now belonged to him!

The sensation, as soft as the marshmallow and as cool as the ice, invaded Emily's brain.

She widened her eyes and stared at the man in shock!

From his eyes, she detected teasing and retaliation.

The tip of her tongue tasted fishy sweetness. The pain from his bite snapped her out of a daze, and she exerted strength to push the man away, "Asshole!"

Emily raised her hand to slap him again.

Tristan certainly would not let her have her way!

He grabbed her wrist with one hand and clasped her waist with the other. She was pulled closer to him, unable to break free.

In the flickering environment, they stuck to each other ambiguously.

"Aren't you my woman?" Tristan smiled gently, "Usually I'd throw disobedient women into snake's lairs." He was not joking.

His gentle voice somehow made her skin crawl.

This man was venomous. What kind of demon did she mess with? She must find a way to escape.

Her entire body stiffened. He was as hot as hell, and any woman would itch to approach him. She, however, just wanted to avoid him and get away as soon as possible.

It was not wise to confront Death head-on. Therefore, she chose to flatter him, "Handsome, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hit you and thank you for your help.

Well, I didn't bring my wallet.

Why don't you tell me your bank account? When I return home, I'll wire you some money as a reward."

"I don't need money. I'll just take you." Tristan said frivolously.

... She would rather hit the wall and die.

Then again, life was better than death. Committing suicide by hitting the wall was too painful.

Her eyes flickered, and she minced, "I can reward you in this way, but we need a room, don't you think? A hotel maybe?"

It was her fault to trade with a demon. Now she had to bid her time to escape.

"As you wish." Holding the woman, Tristan walked towards the exit and instructed his men indifferently, "Dispose of them, don't scare my guests."

"Yes, sir."

Milo Riley drove in the direction of the Phoenix Court villa area.

In the car, Emily was on alert.

Tristan never moved his hand away from her waist.

He remained silent, and the carriage was eerily quiet. Emily could even hear her anxious heartbeat.

"What's your name?" Tristan finally broke the silence.

What was her name? She instantly had a headache.

What was her name? She searched in her memories but failed to find the answer!

"I won't repeat it!" Tristan sulked.

Milo stole a glance at Emily. He had never seen his boss bringing any woman into his car, and his boss talked to her so nicely.

In fact, Tristan disliked women and had mysophobia. No one was allowed to touch him.

There was a time when someone inadvertently touched him. As punishment, he had that person crippled.

This time his boss not only touched this woman but even wanted to bring her home, which was incredible.

Milo always believed his boss was gay. It turned out to be a misunderstanding.

"Linnea Stevens!" The name suddenly popped up in her mind, and she blurted out.