He suddenly raised his chin, then leaned on the armrest of the sofa, resting his chin on his hand, looking very lazy, he just rested his chin like that, leaning on the couch, tilting his handsome face, his eyes quietly placed on the woman opposite.

Time passed, and Ashley began to sit still.


But that man's eyes never left her, the light was too dim, and she couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly, she occasionally cautiously looked up to look, then only saw a pair of black eyes in the darkness.

Time passed again, and she felt uneasy, a little unable to control herself, she raised her head and said: "Mr. Milan, I came to replace someone to beg for forgiveness..."

She reminded herself that she wanted the opposite man to quickly get to the main topic.


The man sitting on the sofa said "Um", then lazily said: "I know, wasn't I waiting for you to open your mouth?"

 Ashley was stunned, her mind suddenly lost all feeling, three, or four seconds later, she reacted… it turned out that the big boss was sitting in front of her, waiting for her to speak on Giselle's behalf.


This misunderstanding… was a bit embarrassing.

Her ears were red, she didn't know that at this moment, not only her ears were red, but her neck was also red.

She didn't know, but the man sitting opposite her could see her every move through his eyes.

Somehow, in those narrow phoenix eyes, something was burning.

'I want to beg for forgiveness on Giselle's behalf."

"Get to the point." Milan's voice was hoarse.

"Can you forgive her?"

The man's lips were slightly parted, his eyes revealing a mocking smile: "Ashley, how should I say this? She framed you, and you still want to beg for forgiveness on her behalf? She hasn't killed you yet today, and you still want to give her the chance to frame you? How should I say this to you?"

"Since when did the innocent and intelligent Ashley become such a fake joke?"

Ashley lowered her head, her eyes indifferent... the innocent and intelligent Ashley. Who is she? Her?

"The person Milan is talking about, I don't know."

The man suddenly narrowed his eyes. Staring at her... how could she deny her past like that?

'The girl named Giselle, she harmed you, you still want to beg for forgiveness on her behalf, want me to forgive her?"

Milan's voice suddenly became cold: 'You want to be a saint, it has nothing to do with me, but Ashley, what do you have to beg for forgiveness on her behalf? Kneel?"

He asked coldly, then laughed mockingly: 'Ashley, your kneeling is no longer valuable, your kneecaps are no longer valuable."

'I know." The hoarse voice rang out, she raised her head: 'I use myself."

Milan thought his ears had misheard. 'What? Say it again."

'I will sleep with you Milan today."

'Sleepover? You mean, you want to sleep with me?"

'Yes."

Milan's words were a bit rude, and Ashley didn't adapt at all. But in the end, she still nodded.

Lowering her head, she was waiting for Milan's choice and statement.

On the sofa, the man's eyes stared at the woman, although, from his angle, he could only see her head, he stared at that head with all his strength, anger spreading throughout his body.

Suddenly stood up.

A huge force rushed over when Ashley woke up, she was pressed down on the sofa by Milan.

"Milan, let go."

Ashley just finished speaking, Milan's voice, the voice that concealed the man's anger, rang out: "Isn't this what you said, you used yourself to beg me?"

There was anger in his cold voice: 'How despicable. Fine. Ashley, I will help you."

The fierce, rough kisses were not warm at all, but more like punishment.

After the kiss, he suddenly raised his head, squinted at, Milan's voice, gritted his teeth, and said: 'I ask you one last time, are you willing to lower yourself like this for that evil girl?"

'Please Milan."

Milan smiled, his smile was as cold as ice: 'Ashley, you don't deserve to be treated well by others. You have no qualifications. How despicable."

Ashley lowered her eyes, but her trembling eyelashes still revealed her suffering… Milan, what do you know?

Do you know what it feels like to owe someone a life? Do you know that in that cold place like prison, the only person who treated me well was Lorne, who lost his life for me, do you know how I feel?

Milan, do you know, owing someone a life, it would feel like living in this world but having a heart in hell.

'Ashley, in this world, there should be no one who treats you well, those who treat you well, that is the biggest mistake in their life. You don't deserve to be treated well by everyone." He said without thinking, in his cold eyes, there was a flame of anger, along with a hint of pity.

Milan's words made Ashley hurt because they touched the most sensitive place in her heart.

Suddenly she raised her head.

The light in Ashley's eyes was bright, it was anger, her hoarse voice, starting from the day Lorne died in prison, she had never been so loud and out of control, she was angry: "What do you understand? What do you know? What have you experienced? You don't know anything. What right do you have to teach me." Have you tasted what I have experienced? Have you suffered the pain I have suffered?

"Great Sir Milan, I understand you too well, if Giselle was taken away by you today, it would be normal, now I have appeared in your room, appeared in front of you." Perhaps, this was an emotional outburst, Ashley's hoarse voice, mixed with a bit of grief: "What do you want to do to her, I don't care. How you want to punish her, I don't care either. Today, I want to beg you, please spare her life." She raised her head to look at the handsome face that was pressed against her, she understood this person too well, at that time she was still a noble lady, and this person did not hesitate to lock her up in prison, as for how to deal with Giselle, she understood too well.

Milan did not refute, his eyes implicitly acknowledged Ashley's way of thinking.

What Ashley guessed was correct.