The CEO’s Pet Cat

“Asher, then why are you sticking your nose into my business? You just let me get beaten to death by punks, why did you come out to save me?” Mia looked straight into Asher’s eyes, full of aggression and anger.

Since leaving the Jun family, she felt that her life was slowly getting on track and that she had disguised herself well. But God knows, the moment she saw this man, she still instantly removed those disguises.

“You’re angry.” Asher’s faint voice reminded her of her loss of control, “And you’re aggravated.”

Hearing his words, Mia’s body stiffened, and only after a moment did she slowly twist her face to the side, the flames of anger slowly fading away, and her voice tending to calm as she spoke, “It was out of line, well, it’s getting late, you should go to bed.”

With that, Mia let out a deep breath and was going to turn around and leave.

“After all this time away, is that all you have to say?” She had just taken a few steps when Asher’s faint voice came from behind her.

Mia jerked to a halt and twisted her head to look straight at him, a dark tide surging at the bottom of her eyes, “Master Jun, so what do you want me to do? Do you want me to get down on my knees right now, crying and begging you not to let me go? I’m sorry, I’m not that kind of person, I let you down Master Jun!”

“Why can’t you be softer, you woman?” Feeling Mia’s anger, Asher shook his head, his eyes cloudy.

Mia slowly approached him and said in a cold voice, “Asher, I know you’ve never had a shortage of women around, if you want a softer one, there are plenty of them, why do I have to look like what you’re asking for?”

“You …” Asher held out his hand, as if to soothe Mia’s anger with it.

Mia slammed his hand away hard, but didn’t expect the force to be too much and Asher actually fell onto the bed at once and passed out. He had already lost too much blood, and it was good enough to hold him up until now.

Panic was all over Mia’s face and she immediately flung herself on the bed, only to let out a long breath when she was sure Asher had just passed out and pulled the covers over his body.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Asher lay on the big soft bed, his will groggy, his will hovering between awake and unconscious, and by the time he was fully awake it was in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, all he saw was Mia, who had been waiting by his bedside, and she seemed to be keeping watch over his bedside, probably too sleepy, her head a little.

As soon as she saw him awake, Mia ran quickly out of the room, brought a bowl of meat porridge and blew it cold, handing it to him, “Get up and eat some porridge, you must be hungry.”

Asher, though he sat up, didn’t reach for the bowl, just looked at the woman in front of him with deep, dark eyes.

“What for? Don’t want to eat my food?” Mia’s face instantly went cold as she said faintly.

This man, who now looked like he was dying, actually had the strength to contradict her!

Asher just glanced blandly at the meat porridge in her hand and averted his eyes, gazing out the dark window and saying faintly, “I don’t have the strength to eat, you feed me.”

Frozen, Mia couldn’t help but grimace a bit, but brought the spoon to him, “You still resent it after all that, no wonder you’re so badly injured with such a difficult personality.”

The spoon was brought to Asher’s mouth and he gave Mia a fixed look, finishing the meat porridge in small bites before nodding and saying, “Okay, I’m full.”

“Get some more sleep, your wounds are too deep and you need to recover properly.” With that, Mia gathered up the bowl that was placed aside and prepared to turn and leave.

Her wrist, however, was suddenly pulled by Asher, “You just don’t want to see me that much?”

Mia’s eyes widened momentarily, her feet freezing in place as if a century had passed before she slowly turned, her clear eyes meeting Asher’s deep ones.

Meeting the eyes that glowed in the darkness, Mia knew that her disguise for so long would not help at all after seeing this man.

She let out a lament in her mind, was she really unable to escape this man?

Mia’s eyes lowered as she looked at his arm tugging at her lapel, “Why did you appear before me when you had already chosen to let go? Just when I chose to forget you completely, you reappear … Asher, are you trying to make me fall to pieces …”

Seeing her small tear-stained face, Asher’s eyes instantly dimmed, his slender arm pausing in mid-air for a split second before slowly withdrawing again, his voice a little darker, “You really don’t want to see me anymore.”

Seeing his withdrawn arm, Mia sniffled and twisted her head away desperately, not wanting him to see her true emotions, “I’m not leaving, not until your fever is gone, you can sleep in peace, I won’t disturb you.”

Hearing her words, Asher took a deep look at her small face, his palm on the side of the bed tightened and tightened, slowly turned his head and forced himself to take his eyes off her body, slowly closed his eyes and said to himself secretly, Asher, now is not the time, not yet the time for you to make your move. Mia, when this is over I will let you back to me, because you are my Asher’s woman! Forever!

Gazing at his handsome face, Mia, who was standing by the bed, could not help but feel a flush of tenderness in her heart; she wanted so much to kiss his lips, to pull back his covers and lie beside him, to snuggle into his arms, to have him reach out and hold her …

“Hell, what was I thinking …” Mia shook her head hard!

How could she fantasize about this man!

This man had hurt her so badly, he had pushed her into the hell of love with his own hands. Even, he was now unusually close to Lina, and she had always been redundant, hadn’t she?

Mia shook her head hard, trying to use it to shake the thoughts out of her head, walked out of the room, twisted an ice towel back into the room, took the no longer icy towel off his forehead and put on a new …

Asher seemed to have fallen asleep, his eyelashes like two rows of feathers leaving two dark shadows on his fair face, his nose high and his lips slightly pale from his injuries. The sleeping Asher was so handsome that one could not move one’s eyes.

Mia stared for half a day, her eyes fixed on Asher’s sexy thin lips, and she couldn’t help but steal his lips down. In an instant the deserted mind was satisfied with all the desire she had for him inside.

Anyway, he’s asleep, he won’t know, and even if he feels something, he’ll think it’s a dream, right?All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Asher … what should I do with you, you shouldn’t be in front of my eyes …” cool tears fell low on Asher’s pillow, Mia’s broken voice slowly Say the longing in her heart, “Asher, you hateful man … But, even though you are hateful, I still love you … What to do, I can’t forget you… …”

Little did she know that not a single word of what she was saying had made it into the ears of Asher, whose eyes were closed. Her lips, however, remained gently over Asher’s.

Just as Mia closed her eyes to enjoy this moment of silence that was all hers, her eyes suddenly widened and she almost jumped up, but was firmly restrained by a large hand, unable to move a muscle.

What’s going on here? Isn’t Asher sleeping, and whose kiss is that to her?

There was no time to think about it as the tip of his tongue probed her lips and teeth, sweeping all her will away at once.

So, another intense night, a night of reunited ripples …