At that time, he was like a devil in hell, both dangerous and cold, his heart in his chest, so painful that it was hard to breathe.

He couldn't think of any other way to keep her here. If he could keep her here, then he would be a bad person. In his next life, he would have to go through 18 levels of hell, and he would also be heartless.


But if he let her use her life to donate bone marrow, there would even be unimaginable danger, she might die.

Suddenly, he stood up straight, the hand that was hanging down by his thigh, clenched tightly. He couldn't do it.

The woman on the bed was silent, suddenly her pale lips curved up slightly, that smile, extremely unusual, made the man's heart tremble.


"Just a toy, right?"

She muttered hoarsely as if she was asking him, but more than that, she was talking to herself.


Suddenly.

The man's face was pale, and his heart was cold. She was just a toy. He sneered: "So you have to be obedient, understand?"

After saying that arrogant sentence, the man turned around, as if he wanted to escape from this place quickly.

The door closed, making a sound, and the bedroom returned to a quiet state, quiet enough to make people's hearts cold.

The man walked out, and Reuben immediately followed.

With every step he took, bitterness appeared in his eyes.

Toy?

If she was a toy, then he would go crazy, only wanting to play with her for the rest of his life.

Milan's toys, from small to large, he had never cared about them, if they were broken, he would throw them away, if he didn't like them, he would throw them aside, was she a toy?

If she was a toy, why couldn't he throw her away?

If between them is the relationship between a toy and its owner.

Ashley, as long as you want, I will be your toy, as long as you don't leave me, okay?

Reuben opened the car door, the man got in, his intimidating aura instantly disappeared, and he raised his hand to rub the bridge of his nose, on his handsome face, only anger and fatigue remained.

"Back to the company, president?" Reuben asked.

The man seemed to remember something, "Is there anyone watching her?"

"Don't worry, Nathan is there, Nathan is on duty outside the mistress's room, don't worry about her safety."

Reuben spoke little but his words carried a lot of meaning, he also understood the president's meaning.

"Watch her." The man said coldly: "Don't let her go to the hospital again."

To escape him, that woman could take such a risk.

He gritted his teeth again and said to Nathan, 'If she wants to go for a walk or go to the company to work as usual, then just follow behind, don't hold her back. There's only one taboo, which is not to go to the hospital."

'Yes, Chairman."

'I told you to do something, how's the progress?"

Reuben recalled: 'Jimmy has already talked to the other side." He only said one sentence, then said nothing more. The meaning in those words was very clear – the other side wanted to stall for time and refused. 'Let Jimmy go there now. Invite that person to my house."

Reuben was surprised: 'Chairman, do you want to meet in person?"

The man sitting behind him just waved his hand tiredly: 'Arrange it."

Reuben didn't say anything more, put on the Bluetooth headset, and then contacted Jimmy, briefly conveying what the man wanted to say.

Hanging up, Reuben drove, heading straight to Elise's house.

After Milan grew up, the Elise family's mansion became his permanent residence. The carved iron main gate opened automatically, the car passed the gatekeeper, went a little further, and stopped in front of the main house.

The butler stood beside him respectfully: "Young master, welcome home."

The butler handed him a clean, damp towel that was still slightly warm, and the towel still had a faint scent of lemon. The man wiped his hands, the warm scent of lemon on the towel, somewhat alleviating his fatigue. Not long after, in front of the Elise family's mansion, a black car appeared.

The car door opened, and a young mother and her son were invited out of the car with an unhappy expression.

"I'm not going, I want to go home, you guys have no right to do that." The young mother's face was filled with anxiety.

She was not stupid, people said it was an invitation, so was it an invitation?

Is it an invitation?

"Our president is waiting for you, you follow me, if you keep him waiting too long, he will not be happy. The consequences, you will not be able to bear it." Jimmy learned Reuben's trick.

Without blinking or showing any emotion, he forced the two of them into the house.

The living room door. The big door was tightly closed, the mother and son were still hesitant to enter, obviously wanting to hide. The child grabbed the mother beside him: 'Mom, let's leave."

Unexpectedly, the door opened from the inside, the housekeeper of Elise's house, polite, but still giving others a cold and distant feeling, politely invited in: 'Welcome, the young master has been waiting for a long time. Would you like some coffee or juice?"

'No, it's fine."

The housekeeper nodded, stood aside to make way, he bowed, unconsciously forcing the mother and son into the big door.

The housekeeper bowed, walked out, turned around, and carefully helped them close the door.

The young mother had not said a word yet.

'Mie, sit down and talk."

Mie was surprised, she always felt that nothing good would happen today.

Turning around, she saw that large figure, leaning against the sofa.

Mie had no choice but to pull her son to sit down.

In the living room, Milan didn't want to waste words and went straight to the main topic. On the tea table, a brown document bag was pushed in front of Mie.