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A Contract for His Runaway

A Contract for His Runaway

Aniston

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A business deal leads to a successful marriage, but when they begin to live together, they discover it's harder than they thought if they were just pretending to be a couple.

Chapter 1 I feel so hot

The cold wind is like a sharp thorn that directly penetrates the clothes and penetrates the bones.

The dim yellow street lights give off a soft light that makes people feel a bit warm.

Elena put her frozen hand over her mouth. Hmm Hmm, the breath that rose up like soft smoke instantly dissipated in my heart.

She was upset for a while. What an important contract! It's so late, Auntie. She deliberately wanted her to take her to the Connor hotel and also wanted to hand it over to the CEO of the corporation, Connor Jose. Elena stood in front of the reception desk asking for Connor's room. Elena thought she had an appointment with Jordan, so she hurriedly entered the elevator.

The palace is the palace. Elena stood at the door of the 'presidential room', holding a thick contract in her hand.

The door suddenly opened and she slowly walked in.

Inside, there was an open heating system, slowly dispelling the cold air on her body. In the air,

The air wafted in with the faint scent of whiskey and tobacco. Suddenly came a sense of oppression.

She immediately turned her head! scream in surprise.

Behind her, less than a meter away, a man with sharp hawk eyes looked at her from top to bottom, thick eyebrows raised, "Are you Silas Elena?" The contours of his face seemed to be sculpted, making it impossible to grasp his emotions. But Elena could sense his hostility.

She hated this kind of feeling of oppression, franticly taking two steps back, keeping a distance from him, 'This is the contract I want.' Two hands respectfully raised the golden leather bag.

The corners of his mouth curved up a little, making people think about his dangerous smile. He didn't accept the contract but went to the bar and said, "Thank you, Miss Silas, for taking a trip so late for me." He took a glass of red whiskey. "It's so cold outside, it's better to take a sip to warm up."

"No need!" Elena detected a perilous breath on him. Take two steps back and quickly put the contract on the tea table.

Jose's lips curled up, "Are you afraid of me?" His gaze casually looked straight into hers.

"No, I just have an appointment." His gaze was too sharp. She did not dare to welcome him.

"Ah! So Miss Silas really refuses to have a drink? " He brought a glass of rose wine in front of her.

Elena knew that if she didn't drink today, she would definitely not leave this room, so she took the cup of wine, raised her head, and drank it.

"I can't see that Miss Silas is so good at drinking." There was a strange glint in his eyes.

Can I go? "Commander Connor, the contract I gave you, can I go?

He picked up the contract on the coffee table, opened it, and looked at it: "This contract I still want to see a few things that need to be repaired." "Please wait a moment, Miss Silas." After that, he sat down, took out a Montblanc fountain pen from the pocket of his suit jacket, and read it carefully.

Elena sighed, helplessly sitting down and waiting.

Jose boredly observed this 'presidential room'. In the room decorated in a magnificent European royal style, there is a glass chandelier on the ceiling. The wall lights are also designed by famous people.

Is she getting hotter and hotter, her breathing becoming faster and faster, and is the heating system on here too hot? She wore a scarf

off but still felt hot and breathless. He finally took off her jacket.

After a while, the heat in her body did not subside in the slightest, as if a fire was burning her whole body. I have a cold, so I have a fever.

He coldly glanced at her. The corner of his mouth raised an evil smile. "How are you, Miss Silas?"

"I feel so hot. Maybe I have a fever." Her consciousness gradually blurred. The moment she saw his handsome face, she suddenly had the thought of plunging into his chest, embracing him. She thought she was crazy. Shaking his head, "Commander Connor, I'm so sorry, I'm not comfortable, I have to go."

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