Olivia turned around and saw Evander's cold, handsome face, and was slightly stunned. She didn't expect him to catch up so quickly and find her precisely.

She suddenly grabbed the arm of the man beside her and said pitifully, "Sir Saved me, they want to catch me to make chicken."

The man suddenly felt that his image had grown tall and placed her behind him, with a righteous expression on his face: "This is a society ruled by law. How can there be any room for you rats to run wild?"

Evander, too lazy to talk nonsense to him, grabbed his hair and threw him hard.

Olivia turned to escape, but at that moment she was already surrounded by Evander's men, and a moment later she was taken onto Evander's private plane.

Evander, with his arms in his arms, looked down upon her coldly: "The lady's interests are indeed unique, and she likes to wear clothes of this taste?"

She glared at him angrily, lifted the collar, and with a hissing sound, the cheap dress split open.

He stepped forward, held her chin and made eye contact with her, his voice hoarse: "It seems you can't wait."

She lifted her foot to kick his crotch, but he held the jade foot tightly. She struggled angrily, "Let me go!"

She trembled all over and was ashamed and annoyed: "Evander, do you have any other ability to bully women?"

"Yes, to convince you!"

'Get out!'

Her body was trembling horribly, even her teeth were quivering.

"You've never been with Sterling, have you?" he quipped.

It was clear from her reaction that he had guessed it right, and an endless joy welled up in his heart that this woman would belong to him completely from now on.

She clenched her fists in humiliation, and two lines of tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

He stopped what he was doing and frowned. "You're still going to flirt with men at the airport. What are you pretending to be innocent now?"

Who knew that she was crying uncontrollably and her tears were flowing more and more.

He was at a loss and roughly wiped away the tears from her face: "Stop crying and spoil my mood."

She sobbed: "What kind of evil star have I committed, why have I been so bullied by you? I'm the eldest daughter of House of Bernadotte, but I'm living a life worse than a pig or a dog, bullied by my stepmother, and have to take care of my foolish younger sister. Even the money for college is earned by my own part-time jobs. This hard life is coming to an end, and you've ruined it, waaaah..."

She just let it go and burst into tears.

Seeing her crying, he felt a strange blockage in his heart, then pulled his coat off and wrapped it around her: "If you cry again, I'll deal with you right away."

Sure enough, she stopped crying, her big, wet eyes pitifully open.

He untied her and fastened the belt around his waist: "Remember! You are my Evander woman now. Do not unfasten the belt of any other man, and do not strike up a conversation with any man."

She sat up nimbly, fastened her buttons, rubbed her red wrists, and a triumphant smile flashed in her eyes.

A woman's tears are the most powerful weapon, this statement is indeed true, even the cold-faced King of Hell has softened his heart.

She was well aware of her situation. This was Evander's territory, and she could not escape it by her own strength. The top priority was to pace the king, and then think of another way.

He handed her a tissue, and she wiped away her tears, thinking to herself that this man was not entirely unreasonable.

"Evander, let's have a good talk."

He changed into a white shirt, buttoned it up unhurriedly and gave a warm smile. "As long as you obediently become my woman, whatever you talk about and how you play is up to you."

"You!"

He sat down in his soft seat and pulled her into his arms: "Tell me, if it pleases me, I'll approve."

She struggled to her feet, and he gasped: "If you move again, I'll deal with you!"

Only then did she feel the heat beneath him, and she scolded him eight hundred times in her heart, damn, how could she talk about this?

She exhaled slowly: "I know I can't beat you, and I accept it."

He scratched her nostrils affectionately: "Clever."

"But I really have no mental preparation at all. Could you give me a little time?"

"How long?"

"Three months."

"Huh?"

"A month."

"Huh?"

She gritted her teeth: "Half a month!"

He blew into her ear ambiguously: "OK, I promise you, after all... A long time reveals a person's heart."

As the plane landed, she was about to get off when she felt a tightness in her waist and her eyes turned, and she was held in his arms.

He reached out and pressed her head into his arms: "How can you see people dressed like this?"

“……”

His shirt was long enough to cover her bottom.

He also... Pretty cute.

She looked at him without restraint under the cover of the night, with long eyebrows reaching the temples, eyes like cold stars, a straight nose, and thin lips... Not to mention that he had been in the military camp for years and was in great shape. Even through his clothes, she could feel his strong pectoral muscles, which was probably the appearance of a man who was so handsome as to shatter the earth in a novel.

Alas, she never intended to provoke such a man. She just wanted to live a peaceful life with Delilah, and to provoke such a man would be doomed to a lifetime of turmoil.

In a trance, he had already carried her to the bathroom and threw her directly into the bathtub.

She suddenly woke up and glared at him angrily, "What are you doing?"

He curled his lips teasingly: "Will you wash yourself or will I do it for you?"