Milan followed her eyes… That year, this woman entered his company, even entered his office, how arrogant and confident she was.

The shy and shy person was always Gina, absolutely not Ashley.


Today, the past events that existed in memory, in reality, were completely different from that year.

 He remembered her after she was released from prison, small in front of everyone, remembering the situation where she felt defensive last night, so scared that she shouted 'Don't hit me"…

If she had lost something important in those three years, he thought, he would help her find it back. If making her face smile was how Elliot loved her, then he would help her find back the dignity and self-respect she had lost—this was how he loved her.


'You can go in, then go to the meeting with me or come back right away, and go back to your home."

Milan glanced at Ashley indifferently: 'I absolutely won't joke, and I won't stop."


Ashley bit her lip, looking at the man opposite, wanting to see his intention. Milan had never shown any expression on his face, and with his indifferent eyes at this moment, she really couldn't see it.

Two choices… huh?

 She still kept her head down like that, only using the extra light in the corner of her eyes to glance around cautiously, those gazes were also cautiously glancing at her with curiosity, to her at this moment, they were like floodwaters and wild beasts, she immediately cautiously glanced at Milan.

Pricking her ears, those voices, although lowered, still had whispers, and there were also gazes with a bit of mockery in their curiosity…

'Who is this woman, why is she so timid and fearful…"

'How could Mr. Milan know such a timid woman…"

'Look at the clothes she's wearing, they're branded, but even when she wears them, she still can't hide her simplicity…"

The voices rang out and disappeared, although she couldn't hear everything, she could still hear the general idea.

On her face, a pale color, head bowed, lips tightly pressed, tasting the fishy taste of blood. 

Milan's eyes were still placed on her, and the whispers around, Ashley could hear, he of course also heard a little, but Milan did not scold those people, but his eyes, still staring at Ashley... The Ashley of that year did not hesitate to open her mouth, she had once arrogantly said to him: Why should I care about the comments of someone who is not worthy of me? 

But the Ashley of today, no matter these eyes, or those words, to her, they were all floodwaters and wild bees and ts, could easily drown her. 

That mocking gaze, those mocking words... Turning around, Ashley ran away, way to the side of the road, and reached out to wave down a taxi. 

Milan did not stop, silently watching that woman wave down a taxi and leave.  His thin lips pursed, his fingers behind, Christian whispered in his ear, Milan gently leaned into Christian's ear and moved his lips. "You follow her. Also, pay her taxi fare, she doesn't have any money." 

"Yes, Boss." 

Milan watched Ashley leave again, turned, round, and walked inside, his long narrow eyes, suddenly flashed: If she runs away today, there's still tomorrow. 

The meeting just ended, and Milan immediately left the company. 

The Bentley drove to Ashley's dormitory, searched for the address, and found her dormitory. "Who is it?" The person inside asked. 

The man standing outside the door didn't say anything, but raised his finger and knocked on the door twice. 

The door opened: "Who... why is it you?" 

"Why can't it be me?" He frowned and asked. 

 Ashley curled her lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything, a little embarrassedly asking: "Brother Milan... you're here, what's the matter?"

"Aren't you going to invite me in for tea?"

"I don't have any tea in the house."

"Water is fine."

"Then come in."

Milan ignored Ashley's unwillingness, took it as a fact, and walked into the house.

"I'll go pour some water..." The woman lowered her head, and walked into the kitchen, suddenly her arm was grabbed, and Milan's deep voice firmly said: "No need, pack up and come with me."

'Where should I go? I don't need to pack, just like this."

The man raised his head, smiling but not smiling: "I mean, pack your things, you won't be here anymore."

"Then where?" She suddenly panicked, if not here, then where should she be?

"With me," Milan said each word.

Ashley immediately stiffened, suspecting that her ears had a problem.

"...Mr. Milan, I live here, it's also very good."

Milan didn't answer her, raising his hand to look at his watch: "Give you 15 minutes to pack, after 15 minutes, I'll take you away." After speaking, he glanced at her, then reminded her again: "Regardless of whether you've finished packing or not."

Ashley suddenly panicked: "Mr. Milan, you are so arrogant, rude, and uncultured. I live here very well, I don't want to move." I don't want to be with him either.

Milan indifferently said: "What you want to say the most, is that you don't want to be with me?"

Ashley heard this, and suddenly, her face paled.

Seeing her like this, Milan smiled: "It seems that I guessed right." A second ago, she was still smiling, but immediately, her face changed, her eyes filled with cold mist: "Exactly 15 minutes, there was no negotiation at all."

"What do you want to do in the end?" Ashley clenched her hand into a fist, this person, in the end, what else did he want to take from her, "Mr. Milan, look carefully. Look carefully.

On my body, what else needs a great person like you to pay attention to."

"Speak. As long as you say it, I will give you everything." Absurdity came into her life, "Mr. Milan. I am no longer the Ashley of that year. You must understand this clearly. I don't understand, what did a great person like you see on my body that could make you struggle like this."

From yesterday until now, being dragged into the car by Midge, to that useless party, then in that damn room, seeing someone who shouldn't be there - Elliot.

Elliot's first stab, still not pulled out, then her real brother, stabbed her with the second stab.

What happened next? Then, it was this man again, appearing in front of her unreasonably, a series of strange actions, making her look confused, not wanting to look anymore.

Even if he treated her like livestock, even if he treated her like livestock... he had to let her return to normal, even if she was a butcher who slaughtered animals, he couldn't stab her with the first stab, the knife still not pulled out, then stabbed her with the second stab... It was chaotic enough.

It was chaotic enough.