Ashley didn't dare move easily. She stiffly raised her neck, his hand covering more than half of her face.

His thumb caressed her lips. Strangely, they were not pink like jelly, not seductive like roses, just pale lips that could hardly capture his desire.


Milan's eyes grew deeper and deeper, and in a moment he roughly captured her lips.

His fiery lips covered hers. Ashley couldn't help but passively accept Milan's domineering kiss.

So sweet... Milan was completely immersed in the wonderfulness of this kiss. After the kiss, he suddenly thought of something.


'Am I a good kisser, or is that bastard Elliot a good kisser?"

Ashley was still in a state of shock. Because of this kiss, her pale face became rosy. Before she could regain her composure, she heard Milan ask with a cold expression. 


Milan frowned. "I ask you. Am I a better kisser or is that bastard Elliot a better kisser?"

This is… what the hell is this problem?

Seeing Ashley's slow response, Milan became even angrier.

Should this issue be considered for such a long time?

Is that bastard Elliot a good kisser? Let the aftertaste last that long?

Milan's anger suddenly flared up. Ashley didn't even understand what happened. She only had time to make a noise before being placed on the bed by the aggressive man. The next second, Milan's head pressed down on Ashley's lips. He was impatient and kissed her passionately.

Gnawing, he must hurt her. Milan couldn't understand the strange thought in his heart, the woman he was forcing under his body right now was the leader who killed Gina three years ago, he hated her.

But he absolutely will not allow this woman to have any other man in her heart. Elliot can't. No one can. Except for Milan, even if Ashley lived in hatred all her life, he would never allow Ashley to have another man.

At this time, Milan did not understand why he had such a crazy and domineering desire to monopolize Ashley.

He realized he hated this woman, but he never thought about why he paid attention to this woman's every move.

Then a thousand times later he would regret treating her like that today and three years ago...

There was a cough from the hospital room door. Ashley was startled and instinctively pushed Milan's shoulder, but this man was even more stubborn and domineering. He lifted the woman's face and placed his hand on half of Ashley's face. He kissed her without hesitation, not caring that there was more than one person in the hospital room.

Ashley's face turned red to her ears, the whole hospital room she could hear the sound of Milan blushing when she kissed her.

After the kiss, Milan opened his eyes without a trace. His dark eyes were fixed on the woman's face. He was very pleased with her blushing attitude.

Then he slowly sat up, and with an elegant posture, he glanced at the hospital room door.

His voice asked extremely lazily: "What are you doing here?"

What… damn.

Tyson was about to cry.

A phone call forced him to buy porridge, and now he asks why he came here.

Milan... Isn't he embarrassed to say this?

He angrily took the thermos box in his hand, walked to the edge of the bed, and placed it on the cabinet. "After this, don't act so openly. Doing immoral things in broad daylight will affect the city's image." 

Milan didn't react at all, Ashley on the other side even blushed.

She buried her head in shame, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.

So many things happened just now, Ashley's mind was a bit chaotic... Milan kissed her?

Why did Milan suddenly kiss her?

Ashley's heart was a bit chaotic.

Her heart had been quiet for a long time, but just now she was a little confused.

Tyson mysteriously pulled Milan out of the hospital room.

'She… Ashley?" In his heart, Tyson knew that that day in room 606 was Ashley. But he couldn't believe that it was Milan who held Ashley down and kissed her fiercely.

'Can't you see for yourself?"

"Are not." Tyson pulled Milan who turned around and was about to enter the hospital room. "Milan, don't tell me you have feelings for her?"

This time, Tyson successfully prevented Milan from leaving. The man slowly stopped, staring dangerously at Tyson. "Who are you talking about? Who is she?"

"Ashley." Tyson felt his scalp numb under Milan's gaze. 'Don't shoot me with that infrared eye, okay?'

He's just making a reasonable guess, does it matter?

When Milan entered the hospital room again, his body was covered with a layer of cold mist, looking at it like a mobile ice tunnel.

Cold as ice, he glanced at Ashley, his cold thin lips opened: "Eat, there is food on the table that I specially told Tyson to buy for you."

Ashley opened her mouth bewilderedly to look at Milan, but only she knew that the door to her heart that had been quietly covered with dust for so long was now slowly opening.

"Anyway, it's about selling laughter. If you've sold it, I'll kiss you and of course, give you something better." As he spoke, he took out a wad of cash from his wallet and threw it on Ashley's hospital bed. "These are how the company pays your hospital bills. If that's not enough, tell Meadow."

The door was locked again, only slightly opened and then closed heavily.

"Rest, cure your illness, and earn money for me."

Milan leisurely left, Ashley lay on the hospital bed, her face as gray as ashes.

She thought he had a little feeling before kissing her, thought he was signaling her... But she was wrong.

This man hated her, still hated her as before.

He only knows how to torture and humiliate her. Won't love her.

She's stupid again.

"Milan, what you just said to Ashley was harmful. Did you know that?" Tyson walked behind Milan, saying what he saw.

'Should I care about her feelings?"