"Yes, President."

Kevin hangs up the phone, guessing why the president was in love with Anne, he was a long-time hotel resident, but he wanted to live back in the Villa, was it to live with Anne?

Was the president about to break a precept?

As soon as Allen threw off his phone, he pushed open the car door and walked out.

He stepped into the dewy morning sun and gloriously towards his woman, his body was long and graceful, and his legs were straight.

Bounce, bounce, bounce.......

The sound of shoe pedals on the pavement came to her ears, which was sturdy and composed.

Anne looked over at the sound, and a pair of shiny new Italian handmade casual leather shoes caught her eye first.

Upward were straight dark pants and a grey dark-print casual trench coat with a white shirt inside, and his shirt was loosened with two buttons to reveal a long neck and sexy collarbone.

The ensemble was dressed to look noble and steady.

A clean, beautiful head of hair, deep facial contours, and tightly pursed scarlet lips...

This was a nobleman who was handsome enough to take one's breath away to admire; the backlit figure was lofty and tall, showing extraordinarily secure.

Unfortunately, it was that dark-hearted Professor Harris!

The leather shoes stopped in front of Anne, and he held out his slender hand to her.

It was a charming hand with well-defined bones and beautiful lines that glistened in the sun, and it was solid yet slender,

Like a savior's hand to take the lost child home.

Anne automatically shielded his hand; the molestation by the professor was still fresh in her mind, she had no good feeling for him.

First impressions determined later development.

So she didn't put her hand in his palm, but she held up the old branch of the rose in an attempt to stand up.

"Ouch."

Halfway up, her feet went limp and she fell to the ground again, her wounds were so painful that her eyes were red again, but she was stubborn and did not shed a single tear.

Underneath the pure exterior hid a stubborn soul, this little woman was so heart-wrenching.

Allen looked at his hands; it was the first time in his life that someone didn't follow him.

Okay, okay, you're wild, you're good!

Allen crouched down, his white, slender, and big hand-held her scarred hand, and magnetic voice overflowed from his thin lips.

"Anne Miller, be my woman, let me promise you a future and accompany you on your journey."

The simple sentence was straightforward, conscientious, resolute, and heartfelt, without any pretensions, it was just like a promise with definite authenticity, which was ready to be fulfilled.

Anne was shocked by these revealing words.

She lifted her clear eyes to look at the man's handsome face.

Under her deep eyebrows, a pair of dark and handsome ink eyes were looking at her, his eyes were wide and dark, as if they could absorb the soul, rippling with crystal light.

She struggled to squeeze out a smile as a kind of repayment for his help.

When a person was helpless and the world was indifferent to her, it was like a renewed grace when someone was willing to reach out and give you a hand.

However, she was not ready to accept his kindness, this man was also true and false, and it was hard to guess his cold and warm, he was too wicked and complicated.....

He was charismatic and dangerous at the same time, and he liked playing with people, playing with brains, playing with hearts, and playing with the atmosphere.

Anne yanked her hand outward and said coldly, "No one can walk with me; I'm the only one on my path......."

I am just the only one on my path.....

So lonely, so heartbreaking.

She had a nasal voice for she had cried before, which was surprisingly soft and powerless, as beautiful as moonlit.

"I'm also the only one on my path, let's do it together?" Allen said gently.

"Thanks, professor, just stay where you are and stop making fun of me!"

Anne still had to go home to verify her identity, but her fingers were trapped by him, she was anxious and her breath also became sharp.

She was not in the same space with him, how could they be parallel?

This ridiculously handsome man in front of her was the president of S.D Imperial Group, and he was the golden bachelor of the country.

He was knighted at a young age by the royal family of the Y kingdom, and he was a mythical being who had descended from the stars.

The joke of asking her to be his woman now wasn't funny.

"I'm not kidding; I'm serious to the bone marrow!"

The deep gaze of Allen crossed a colorful light; he gazed on her and said with a magnetically charming voice, "Where is cool? You are cool and I'll stay on you."

Again!

The first sentence was still so decent, the second immediately changed.

"Professor, please spare me, I have something important to do." She struggled impatiently, attempting to wrench her hands-free.

He refused to let go of her hand, no matter how much she struggled. And he just forked it open, leaving their ten fingers interlocked and palms pressed together.

Asking for liberation?

She thought he was in the way.

Allen frown his brows, this was the first time he had been ignored.

His words had always been a holy decree, and his subordinates did not dare to disobey, even the noblest people had to show him respect, but the little woman in front of him did not want to bear his favor and also hate him.

"Anne Miller, I take back the joke I just made. Give me a chance, be my woman."

He spoke seriously again, his tone even more so than just now, and he was a little low in the air.

"Can I know why?"

Anne looked at Allen in puzzlement.

What was his purpose in doing so?

He was so rich he could get any woman he liked, so why did he come to a woman who was down on her luck?

Allen supported his forehead and he was so anxious, this woman was going to drive him crazy......

If it were any other woman, she would have gone with him a long time ago.

"I love the feeling of seeing the trampled little grass stand tall and bloom the noblest and most charming flower in the world, and the feeling of looking down on all beings...."

Allen's voice was deep and magnetic, with innate nobility.

He thought it was good hypocritical reasoning.

It was he who was attracted to her, he wanted her and wanted to give her a good life and a home, he wanted to be her backer to protect her, he wanted to make her happy and he did not want her to be so lonely.......

In a word, he was just trying to be nice to her, that's all.

Anne froze, it turned out to be this reason, the rich liked to watch the game reversed.

She was in a desperate situation and had no way to go, and it seemed that she should be grateful for tears when someone was willing to take her in their arms without dislike.

But she didn't like the man in front of her, so she couldn't be his woman.

"I'm sorry, I can't be your woman; you can find another woman to be your woman."

Anne lowered her eyes and looked at the closely held hands, she refused with a determined attitude.

Allen froze again, he couldn't believe she didn't want to be his woman and let him go find another woman?

Not just any woman could stand by his side, okay?

It was more exhausting than talking about a multi-billion business; she didn't know how rich he was, did she?

"Anne, I don't want to insult you with the wealth and fame, but I want to remind you."

"Remind me you have considerable power and wealth, don't you?"

Anne asked rhetorically.

He was rich, but none of her business.......