Anne didn't speak again. She thanked Allen in her heart.

But she wasn't lucky enough, and she was afraid of not being lucky to consume these good things. At this moment she just wanted to go back to school, study well, live a plain life, and keep far away from this dangerous man.

Ten minutes later, Allen' car came to a steady stop in front of the school.

It was time to say goodbye.

Anne opened the door of the car. Although the psychological construction was ready, a hint of lost feelings still flashed in her heart, which made her inexplicably a bit sad.

"Mr. Harris, no matter what misunderstanding there was between us that night, I have to thank you for your constant companionship today. I have encountered so many unlucky things...Without you, perhaps."

Mr. Harris?

Wasn't she forbidden to call him Mr. Harris?

A misunderstanding?

It was so beautiful. How was it a misunderstanding?

Allen furrowed his brows steeply and listened silently with his eyes turning gloomy.

The pain of uncovering the scar caused Anne to smile bitterly.

"Perhaps I will suffer for a long, long time, but because of your presence, I have found that those sufferings are no big deal. Given that your position is too high for me to reach, so."

So, I can't be your woman.

Allen's hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, back straight, sitting upright. The smoke of anger rose from his heart.

The woman started to talk nonsense again.

Anne could only see the slight tautness of his handsome side face and could not see his emotions, wondering if he was listening to her or not.

But the air inside the car suddenly solidified, and the atmosphere of solemnity quietly surrounded her, making her want to flee in a hurry.

"So, we don't see each other again!"

Bang!

She slammed the door of the car and walked towards the school gate as if she was fleeing. Her eyes moistened, which made her unable to see the way.

It was strange that she felt her heart hurt so much.

Didn't she want to leave him?

No way. He was the most abominable!

All the outrageous words, such as "glib-tongued and ten thousand words of experience", came out of his mouth. right?

It was disgusting!

Inside the car, Allen was furious. The veins on his forehead sprang up and jumped abruptly.

She said that they wouldn't meet any more?

Goddamn. She needed to be taught a lesson.

"Bang!"

A heavy punch hit the steering wheel, and Allen kicked the driver's door and took a big stride out the door.

The next second, Anne's wrist was choked by a powerful big palm.

With a little force, her waterfall of hair cut a nice arc and she run straight into his arms, which was like a slow-motion of a movie that rotated 180 degrees.

Her nostrils were sandwiched between a cold clear scent and a raging fire, being half cold and half parched.

"What's the meaning that we shouldn't see each other again? I don't understand. You translate for me!"

The man's voice carried a pervasive fury, his eyes glared at her like a fiery knife, and the whole man was generally terrifyingly hellish.

He was Allen who was rich, handsome and talent. It was impossible that this woman didn't even pester him but tried to get rid of him!

He wouldn't let her get away with him!

He had chosen her!

He just wanted her!

They looked at each other and Anne's heart jerked. It was so horrible!

She'd never seen someone so horrible when he was angry, which made her so scared.

Translate it?

It meant "get out" in simple translation!

But Anne didn't dare say it and could only think about it in her heart.

Allen's chest rose and fell violently, and Anne foresaw the coming storm. She buried herself in his fiery chest and just had herself embraced by him as if she was immobilized, not daring to raise her head to speak.

Time flew slowly in the rays of the sun.

Kevin's car and driving skills weren't as good as president's so he got stuck at a red light again.

By the time he caught up, he saw his tall, majestic president, embracing the slender, feminine girl in his arms tightly and gracefully.

Behind them, a green leaf slowly drifted down and became their background, making the scene beautiful.

There were people around them, and others had started taking pictures.

They took pictures of them and their car, and gave much praise and amazement. The beautiful girl and the expensive car made all the people around envy.

"Holy shit."

Kevin couldn't help but take a cool breath backwards and burst out, regretting that he had just dismissed his bodyguards for dinner.

"Don't take pictures! Otherwise you will all go to court and I will sue you for violating portrait rights!"

He ran out of the car and pointed at the crowd of onlookers. He said in a stern and imposing voice, making him more handsome.

The crowd, which was mostly students, retreated inside the school gates to continue taking pictures. Kevin raised his head.

Fuck! The camera flashed everywhere from the teaching building next door, the dormitory building, the shops to the place across the road.

Unstoppable, he sat decadently in the flower bed and made a call to the director of the cybersecurity department of S.D.

"Intercept the rumors! Sensitive Words, S.D Group, Allen, Anne, President, female college student, Surprise University, nobility of Country Y and a certain noble university..."

He said dozens of keywords in a row. As for other possible situations, he let the Ministry of Internet Supervision and the Ministry of Public Relations jointly take care of.

The members of the webmaster department, whether it's the one going to the bathroom or the one eating, must get back to work at the computer immediately!

The network director was a hacker scavenged from abroad who could ensure that Allen' videos, photos and related negative news didn't appear on the network.

The public relations department had to inform the major newspapers and media not to report on the matter or wait for the collapse.

Kevin finished the phone call and saw that Harris still holding her. He didn't dare to split them, and he instantly had a terrible headache and wanted to hit the wall.

Anne felt Allen's chest rise and fall less violently before she slowly lifted her head and took that one look at him, which gave her a feeling of falling into a sea of water instantly.

Allen' pupils were as deep as a sea.

They were so dark, so hurt, so painful, so angry, so deep and so complicated that she couldn't get to the bottom of it.

His handsome face was exceptionally charming, but outlined a deadly danger. His extremely suppressed anger went through the slightly open thin lips, sending a scorching breath all over the top of her hair and forehead corner.

He was like a fierce tiger, carrying the weight of plunder.

He could not let her go because this little woman dared to leave him alone. The force in his hand gradually tightened. He wanted to subdue her and sleep with her until she understood who he was!

The look of Allen was so frightening that Anne was so frightened that he could suddenly make trouble for her and do something excessive.

In her panicked eyes, the tears were gathering more and more, and they were almost overflowing. Her long, fluttering fan-like eyelashes were tinged with tears, making her especially beautiful.

Allen's chest jolted and the woman's softness stung inside him, knocking him back for a second.

He suddenly found himself being controlled by the little woman, and one drop of her tears was enough to make him lose the sharp claws of the male beast.

Allen did his best to collect his anger and let go of his hand, and the look he gave her gradually turned to intense affection.

Anne breathed a sigh of relief.

"Allen, get off me, will you?"

Her voice was soft, her eyelashes twitched gently, and she blinked her clear spring-like eyes as she stared at him with a pleading hint.

"No."

He didn't agree and his face was still tense, but the action betrayed him. He reached out his thumb and painfully wiped away the tears that spilled out of her eyes.