Anne didn't understand what a male flower was. The stamens of the flower? Uh, whatever it is.

Just now he said he was her home?

Anne was so confused in her mind that she couldn't help but think of Nick, who also promised to give her a home, but...

It was her fault because no man could put up with his girlfriend cheating on him.

Besides, Nick was quite excellent among human beings, which naturally gave him a sense of superiority.

"Thank you for the kind words, but I love being in school. The campus environment is a constant source of inspiration, and besides, I don't want to be attached to someone else."

"Someone else?"

Allen sat up fiercely, repeating coldly. He wrinkled his eyebrows faintly, and his eyes raked sharp light as he examined Anne.

Suddenly, he stretched out his long arm and forcefully squeezed her jaw, judging, "It seems that you don't want to go to school, but to stay by my side!"

They had slept and kissed, but the women still regarded him as a stranger. He thought if he wanted her to change her mind, he must sleep with her again.

Seeing his pale face, Anne was shocked and didn't know how she offended this man.

Wasn't he someone else?

His overbearingness had Anne on edge, which was a fight to break down!

This powerful man was powerful enough to decide her life and death, so she was not good enough to brush his rebellious scales. It was better to do what he wanted and put the words that should be said in the time of separation.

"I mean, that, being independent, huh..."

Anne curved her eyes in a good-looking arc, hiding her emotions and explaining them docilely.

She was so beautiful when she smiled.

Allen' Adam's apple rolled and the next second his soft, moist red lips covered hers.

His temperature bullied along his lips. Anne's heart shook but she didn't hide.

By this time the dishes were served and Anne struggled.

Allen didn't force her, letting go of her and picking up chopsticks to clip her food, said viciously, "Eat first, and I'll deal with you later."

Anne bit her lip, grabbed her chopsticks and put a grain of rice in her mouth, chewing for half a day.

She could scarcely eat and didn't dare to eat.

A man with such a strong aura sat on the opposite side, which gave her a bit of an overwhelming feeling.

With a group of black-clad bodyguards standing around, and President's special assistant Kevin waiting close by, she could scarcely eat, and barely ate a few pieces of white rice.

Seeing that she wasn't eating the dish, Allen directly clamped a crystal fresh shrimp to her lips, "Open your mouth and eat it."

Anne blushed, opened her mouth and ate the shrimp.

"You should also eat this more. Black chicken soup is nutritious."

Allen carefully put the soup into a small bowl, scooped up a spoonful and blew it, handed it to Anne's mouth, and watched her drink it, which soothed his heart.

His gentleness caused a strange feeling in her heart, but she quickly dismissed it, not wanting to get carried away and fall into the trap of the rich man.

After drinking the soup, Allen wiped the corners of her lips with the fingers of his thumb.

Anne took a few bites of rice in silence and set the bowl down, "I'm done."

She had just picked up a napkin to clean herself up when a white, slender hand reached over and brushed the corner of her lips.

Anne was startled to see that Allen had removed a grain of rice from the corner of her lips and put it in his own mouth, then wiped the corner of her lips for her with full of softness in his eyes.

He took off the rice grain and put it in his mouth?

Anne was momentarily dazed, and Kevin, who was waiting beside her, was also astonished.

What was the situation? Kevin felt a little surprised.

He had been with Allen for over a decade and had never seen such a spectacle. Harris, the president of the Imperial Grand, had done something that no migrant worker could do!

"It's okay to go to class but not to draw illustrations." Allen ate elegantly but he didn't forget the thing about Anne.

"Well. I see."

Anne dutifully agreed. She thought they should never meet after the separation, and she could promise first no matter she could do or not.

"What time does class end?"

Allen put down his chopsticks and lazily picked up a hanky to wipe his hands, dropping his eyes to look at Anne in which a soft glinted.

His eyes, which had always been sharp, were not sharp enough on her.

Anne bit her lip uneasily as he asked what time class was dismissed. She thought if he still had any desire to dwell on her.

It was good for them to say goodbye.

Why did he bother with the person who were not of the same world with him?

"Uh, class ends at four-thirty. I have gotten delayed in the morning class so I want to go make up for it with the professor, and, well..."

"Then I'll pick you up for dinner at six and give me your cell number."

Anne's words were interrupted by Allen, who felt the little woman was deliberately avoiding him.

"Kevin, take down the number and load it into the address list of the S.D Imperial Group."

"OK." Kevin bowed his head and obeyed.

Anne had no choice but to give her number to Allen, who dialed back and said, "Save my number."

"Hmm."

Anne pretended to save the number, actually deleted it, and she stood up, "May I leave now?"

"I'll give you a ride."

Allen walked over and gently took Anne by the shoulders, plugging his pockets with one hand as he handsomely commanded Kevin as he walked.

"Take a few of the Diamond Limited Edition of our Jennie range of phones for Anne to choose from, and the tablet, the laptop, should be the Jennie Limited Edition, and buy a Lamborghini Hermes sports car for Anne to drive."

"OK, President," Kevin followed in Harris's footsteps and bowed his head to obey, " What color car do you want?"

"Miller, what color do you like?"

Allen bowed his head, with his inked eyes staring at Anne, "Any color can be customized for you. You can just tell me the color of your dreams, my great painter."

Miller?

Allen called softly and smoothly.

Anne's heart was suddenly touched, like a feather brushing against her heart. The soft touch sent a stream of warmth through her heart.

No one had ever called her Miller yet and it sounded so affectionate. However, she couldn't take his kindness because Lamborghini and Hermes were quite expensive.

"Thanks, but I don't need anything."

Anne lowered her eyes and deliberately avoided his gaze, politely rejecting his kindness with a somewhat detached tone.

"I have a cell phone and a computer, both of which are branded S D. I don't need to drive a car because the bus is convenient."

"You must have them!"

Allen jerked to a halt, the decibels increasing, picking at Anne's chin and opening his mouth to say, "My woman must be enjoyed to the highest specifications, and everything must be the best! Drive the best car and sleep the best man!"

His tone was a bit furious, breath spitting out in full on her nostrils, which made her eyelashes flutter.

The petite woman always did the exact opposite of him, which succeeded in stirring his emotions.

Anne was speechless. Sleeping with the best man seemed that he was complimenting himself. "Really no, no need..." said Anne warily.

"Red!"

Allen interrupted her loudly, making a simple gesture and ordering Kevin coldly, "Red is arrogant enough. You should let me see the car tomorrow morning at the latest, and Miller is driving a Lamborghini to school tomorrow!"

"OK, President." Kevin nodded his head again.