"Don't! Stop!"

With all her energy, Xenia Jones finally pushed his hand away, grabbed her collar tightly, and her pair of glass-like big eyes looked at him anxiously.

James Sterling's cold voice showed impatience, "I just want to confirm, what are you afraid of?"

"What do you want to confirm?"

Xenia Jones's hands were shaking, she put on her coat with panic, fastened her buttons, and wrapped her scarf around her neck, covering herself tightly.

James Sterling was almost amused by her actions.

This girl was a little bit interesting.

But he still frowned and kept a cold face.

"You know exactly what I want to confirm!"

"I do not know!"

James Sterling circled her in the corner of the elevator again and looked down at the knotted scarf on her neck.

It seemed a bit troublesome if he did it now.

He supported the elevator with one hand and put another in his pocket, his tone being lazy and loose.

"Why do you feel guilty."

"I don't feel guilt!" She stubbornly held her voice, not letting the panic in her heart leak.

James Sterling chuckled.

His long fingers lingered around the scarf around her neck. "Then why don't you let me see?"

"......"

Was this man mad?

"I'm a girl!" She was exasperated.

"What's the matter about that? You are underage?"

"......"

Scum man!

James Sterling lowered his head, his handsome face enlarged infinitely in front of her eyes, and the moisture from his mouth sprayed on her cheeks.

"Woman, we must have seen each other before!" His tone was very firm.

"I said we haven't seen each then we haven't!" She shouted, and the sharpness of extreme anger appeared in her immature voice.

At this time, the elevator reached the top floor.

The elevator doors were open.

When Xenia Jones saw the opportunity, she pushed James Sterling away and rushed out of the elevator.

James Sterling looked at her back running away hurriedly, his thin lips raised.

There were some cynical evil in his eyes and some arrogance as if everything was under his control.

"Woman, do you think you can escape?"

Xenia Jones looked back while running.

Seeing James Sterling not catching up, she patted her chest and breathed a long sigh of relief.

She wandered in the hospital for a long time, walking down the stairs step by step.

The hospital had 20 floors.

When she reached the ground floor, it had bee half an hour later.

She thought James Sterling must have gone.

Standing in the lobby on the ground floor, she glanced out of the door.

It's snowing outside. The fine light snow made the world hazy and foggy, and the yellow street lights more psychedelic.

It's midnight.

There were few people outside, and there were very few vehicles. It was empty all around.

Xenia Jones was still a little worried. She made an online appointment for the taxi and waited a few minutes in the lobby. After making sure that the online appointment had arrived at the hospital entrance, she pushed the revolving door and walked out.

Just when walking to the gate of the hospital, she stopped suddenly.

In the wind and snow, the man was wearing a black straight coat, leaning in front of the black Maybach, and smiled leisurely to her.

"Hi, woman!"

Xenia Jones's heart trembled.

"You......"

James Sterling raised his eyebrow slightly, glanced at his precious watch, and walked towards Xenia Jones step by step.

"I might have left in ten minutes."

He tilted his head to look at the snow in the sky and smiled evilly at her.

"It's pretty cold."

Xenia Jones's heart became tense, she turned around and was about to run but felt tight at her arm and she was dragged by him.

"Let me go, what do you want to do?" She shook his hand vigorously.

But his big hands were like iron pliers, and they didn't move at all.

"I'm looking for someone." James Sterling said coldly.

"Looking for...who?"

James Sterling leaned close to her ear and said slowly, "Last night, the woman who crawled on to my bed."

"......"

Xenia Jones felt her heart cold.

"Where are you taking me?"

James Sterling ignored Xenia Jones's struggle and hugged her by the waist, striding towards the black Maybach parked by the road.

He pushed Jane Xenia into the car rudely and locked the door.

In the wind and snow, the black Maybach left arrogantly.

John Smith came out of the hospital, holding two medical records in his hand, but saw James Sterling's car flying away.

"Master!" He followed two steps.

However, James Sterling's car only left a trace of afterimage.

John Smith looked around the silent darkness, shrank his neck, hugged his shoulders, and waited for a long time in the street poorly before he could get in a taxi.

***

Maybach parked in front of a majestic European-style house.

James Sterling dragged Xenia Jones out of the car and strode into the villa.

The interior decoration of the villa was very dull, with black floors, gray furniture, and white walls, showing invisible depression everywhere.

Aunt Baker saw James Sterling coming back and greeted quickly.

"Master, you are back!"

Aunt Baker was in her fifties, her hair was slightly gray, her eyes were kind, and she looked like easy-going, but when she looked at Xenia Jones, her kindness disappeared.

Looking at Xenia Jones up and down, her eyes were like saying "Where did this coquette from"?

"Master, this is?" Aunt Baker asked.

James Sterling said nothing but took off his coat, threw it to Aunt Baker, and dragged Xenia Jones upstairs.

The bedroom door slammed shut.