Mr. CEO Loves Me a Million Times

Summer rain always came so suddenly.

Emma Jones walked out of the cemetery alone and was soaked by surprise.

Her slender figure ran in the rain towards the bicycle parked on the side of the road.

The black, shiny, waist-length hair was soaked in rain and draped wetly against her back.

The bangs on her forehead obstructed her vision, so she raised her hand and moved them aside. Then a pair of clean and clear eyes appeared and looked slightly reddish...

Today was the day of her mother's death for ten years, and it was also her birthday.

On her 10th birthday, her mother committed suicide in depression.

The reason was that her beloved husband had an affair with another woman.

What a frustrating reason! For a man who didn't love her and betrayed her, she hastily ended her life at only 32 years old.

Emma Jones recollected that year and could not help but sigh heavily.

She felt pity for her mother.

At that time, her mother was a beautiful woman famous in the whole town. She was gentle, elegant, and was not inferior to those ladies and celebrities of magnificent families.

Many people were courting her, but she finally chose Carl Jones, a selfish and irresponsible man.

According to Emma Jones's memory, no man could be even worse than her dad Carl Jones.

He beat his wife for his mistress, abused his daughter for his mistress's son, and even didn't show up when his wife, who had married him for twelve years, was forced to commit suicide.

This kind of man was definitely the worst scum!

The tears, along traces of the falling rain, wet her cheeks.

Biting her lip deeply and pedaling her bicycle vigorously, Emma Jones struggled to vent her sadness and anger which had filled her heart.

But suddenly...

A black car roared past her, the water on the road was splashed, and Emma Jones was caught by the water all over...

Unprepared, she was taken to the ground by the screaming wind whirled by the car.

The wind raised the end of her skirt, and somewhere of her left leg was hurt in this accident, exposing a finger-wide wound...

As the red blood ran out, her face turned pale with pain.

"Asshole, are you looking down on a biker? You are proud of driving a luxury car, huh? Watch out for a flat tire!"

Emma Jones covered her wound and shouted angrily.

It was so annoying.

She was riding to the far side, almost against the guardrail, and the rushing car could still even knock her down...

If she had ridden a little closer to the middle of the road, would she have been hit to fly out long ago?

She couldn't help but think that this person who drove a luxury car was too uneducated and arrogant.

Hiss, it hurt!

Seeing the wound could not stop bleeding, Emma Jones panicked deeply.

She was in the middle of nowhere, what if she kept bleeding?

A dazzling light came in to her eyes and shot straight at her pale white face, making her eyes narrow.

"Are you all right?"

The sound was cold and magnetic as if it were vintage wine, which sounded intoxicating.

"Don't..." Emma Jones looked up...

When she glanced at the black luxury car that hurt her, the word "worry" was swallowed back in time.

Staring at the cold man under the black umbrella, she pointed at her bloody knees: "Look at my bloody leg, do you think it is all right?"

Just after that, she was stunned ...

The man in front of her was so handsome!

The man stood three meters away from her, holding a black umbrella in his hand. He was elegant and poised, but cold and indifferent.

The shattered black hair blown by the wind covered his forehead and embellished his deep eyes like a splash of ink-like, dazzling night.

His eyes were very dark, like the sea that could never be seen the bottom, which was so dreary and frightening, and the bottom of the eyes gleamed with glittering light of wisdom.

His face was chiseled, the facial features were superb, and the dignity was perfect.

The whole person was as handsome as a deity and full of tempting magic.

The man's cold glamour eyes looked down, and he overlooked her with an unpredictable expression, said, "You sound so energetic, then it seems you are all right."

What the hell!

Should she lie on the ground and let out more air than that she breathed in?

Though he had a handsome face, he was so evil!

Emma Jones rolled her eyes silently, "Hey, are you going to run away?"

If he dared to answer yes, she would definitely...

Emma Jones raised her fist highly to threaten the man.

In the dark glamorous eyes of Aaron Black, her act was not threatening, but a bit silly and cute.

"Why should I run away?" Aaron Black murmured.

Such a pair of ink-tinted charm eyes slightly narrowed, and he secretly looked Emma Jones up and down.

He found this girl whose voice was soft and cute unexpectedly delicate and beautiful.

Her soft black hair was wet by the rain and lay on her face, reflecting the delicate little face to be so beautiful and cute.

She had a pair of wide eyes with thick and long eyelashes, and the pupils were dark, clear and moving.

Her eyes were red, so obviously she had cried just now...

The shape of her lips was very beautiful, and her lips showed healthy pink. They were moist and shiny, just like a ripe peach, which was seductive.

Her skin was very light, and her white skirt was wet from the rain and pressed tightly against her body.

She had exquisite curves, and there was a charm in her innocence.

Aaron Black put away his gaze, and his deep eyes looked deeper and deeper, just like the deep sea under the night, which was out of reach.

"How could I know why you're running away? In short, I will not talk nonsense with you鈥攕hould you have medicine in your car? Bring it to me then we are done. I won't call the police!"

Emma Jones no longer wasted her breath, cutting the subject straight.

Unexpectedly, though this man looked cold and honorable, she was not afraid of him.

Aaron Black's deep and charming eyes glanced over Emma Jones's slender white legs again, then turned around, and the tall, slender figure got into the car...

Emma Jones was a little dumbfounded.

Turning around like this, wouldn't he...really want to escape?

Just when she wanted to shout and stop him, she found the man got out of the luxury car and held a spare medicine-kit in his hand.

The man's tall and thin figure moved to her side.

Squatting down, handing Emma Jones the black umbrella in his hand, he said, "Hold it. I'll apply medicine to your wound!"

The cold magnetic sound was with an unquestionable intonation.

It was dominating, strong, but not offensive.

Emma Jones pouted. This time she didn't yell to the man again. She obediently took the black umbrella and held it over their heads, blocking the rain curtain.

Aaron Black didn't look at Emma Jones anymore but lowered his head to open the medicine-kit, and concentrated on stopping her would from bleeding, applying for medicine, and bandaging her knee...

The man was extremely skilled in this series of moves as if he had done this many times.

Emma Jones couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

The man's profile was like a perfect work carved by god. The lines were firm but not without softness, and they were breathtakingly beautiful.

His drooping eyelashes were black, dense and long, and his eyes were now focusing on the wound on her leg...

His slender fingers were so flexible that it looked like he was not bandaging the wound but was playing beautiful music on black and white steel keys.

It's so beautiful!

Fortunately, she was not a teenage girl who would become mad in front of handsome men. If her best friend Daisy Dean had been here, she would have been totally lost because of this handsome and mature man.

"Hey...do it lightly, lightly..."

Aaron Black suddenly exerted force in bandaging, so she gritted her teeth and inhaled.

A pair of eyes had already been red, and at this time it became watery, accompanied by that delicate white face, with a sympathetic expression.

However, the man was unmoved, "You would not stop bleeding if I did it lightly."

The slender fingertips were flying like rain. He looked elegant and focused, as if he had not been bandaging, but taking care of precious artwork.

Emma Jones watched the man flipping his fingers and followed the speed and rhythm of his fingertips in a trance.

She never knew that a man's bandaging action could look so good.

The scene was like a frame of oil painting with heavy ink, by which she was unconsciously attracted, and it was difficult to look away.

Aaron Black glanced up at her, "Also, remind you, don't scream in such a way in ears of strange men. It's easy to make the man think you are seducing him."

The man's sly words made Emma Jones come back to her senses, and she could not help but twitch her lips, "I was crying, how could that be seducing? I think you have watched too much porn..."

Otherwise, it was clearly a painful cry, and how could he hear the enchantment from that?

He was so obscene.

It was a shame for her to think he was elegant and good-looking just now. She must have been possessed.

Aaron Black's eyes showed a hint of fun, "You know so much about it, it seems that you have watched not only a little of those movies."

Emma Jones was speechless for a while and clearly showed angry on her face. "When did I watch them? I have never watched even one!"

After that, she was depressed again.

In the wild countryside on this rainy day, her brain must have been damaged by the rain before talking to a strange man about the problem of watching pornography.

Putting aside her lips, Emma Jones shifted the topic, "You are very skilled at dressing the wound, are you a surgeon?"

"No."

Aaron Black didn't slow down his hand movements when answering her, and he quickly treated her wound. At last, his slender palm patted on her slender calf and showed a kind of unwilling to leave, or nostalgic...

"Done. You can leave now." He said.

The long, slender palm seemed to have been electrified, and Emma Jones took a tremor.

Her light and thin skin swelled with goosebumps.

Emma Jones raised her eyes and stared at the culprit with suspicion and alertness.

"You look so well-dressed, however, unexpectedly, you are just a costumed beast."

She dared to say that this guy's pat just now must have been intentional.

It was definitely taking advantage of her, wasn't it?

The man suddenly reached out his finger and raised her chin, and his cold lips slightly tickled, "Relax, you are safe. Even if I am a beast, I am not interested in the flat chest."

The dark, enchanting pupils stared straight at her, but his expression was inscrutable.

Emma Jones patted the man's hand away with a snap and squinted at him furiously: "You should go to the ophthalmology. I'm 32C, thank you."

After that, her bright eyes swept across the man like X-rays, and she added maliciously: "The diameter is 1.8, go home and cry!"

"Oh..." The man chuckled suddenly and looked at her with interest: "The provocation will not work. In fact, if you want to touch me, you can just speak straight. Since you are wounded, it is not impossible for me to allow you, as long as ... "

His tone with cold charm turned quietly and became dangerous and harsh.

Emma Jones's face turned red, either because of anger or shame.

She pointed at that handsome face and her fingers kept trembling and shaking. After a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Go away. Whoever wants to touch will get sick, thus not me."

She was obviously angry, but because of the hysterical vent before in front of her mother's tombstone, her voice was a little hoarse.

Thus, she sounded so inferior!

The smile on Aaron Black's lips suddenly deepened.

His glamorous charming pupils at this moment were so dark and without any light, like a deep pond without a bottom, which seemed to be able to drown people.

"Little girl, you are interesting!" This trip to the Z country really did not disappoint him.

Her soft touch and temperature seemed still linger on his slender fingertips, like a light feather brushing his icy heart, hooking out the softness that was abandoned in the deepest part of the heart.

Since he came back alive from that nightmarish hell torture, his heart had become as firm as a rock.

Except for his younger brother, Ben, for so many years she was the first person he touched from his initiative and he did not repel after that.

That's right, he hated physical contact and hated touching anyone.

He had received psychotherapy, and even the hypnosis of the world's most famous hypnotist turned out to be useless.

But this cute, enraged girl in front of him could make him do it all easily ...

He would own her, at all costs...

Emma Jones shuddered by his gaze.

She somehow felt that this man was a bit dangerous.

This time, Emma Jones did not answer.

She stood up, propped up the bicycle lying on the side of the road, lifted her leg and got on the bike, pedaling it with the man's umbrella, leaving coolly...

Hum, it's not that easy to make fun of her. She took his umbrella and that asshole would be soaked!

At this moment Emma Jones was clearly too upset to be sensible.

She simply ignored the black limited-edition Aston Martin that the man stopped in the road.

She also didn't notice that her ID, which was in her wallet previously, was left on the ground...

Aaron Black stooped, picked up the ID card, and glanced at it with his dark eyes. His sight seemed to be casual, but mysterious.

"Emma Jones, 20 years old. She is really a little girl."

The slender fingers held the ID card and then put it into the pocket of his wallet.

Aaron Black took a glance at the direction where Emma Jones left, then got into the car, started the engine, and went away.

Back to Jones's Villa, it was already night.

Looking at the luxury villa lighted by bright lights, Emma Jones's eyes flashed annoyance.

If she could, she really didn't want to live here, and she didn't want to see her scum father with his mistress who had killed her mother, and Mack Smith, who kept harassing her privately.

However, she had no choice. It cost a lot of money for her grandmother to be hospitalized to treat the stroke. Her grandmother loved her dearly since she was still young, so she couldn't leave her grandmother uncared.

Carl Jones at least did not totally lose his humanity, and he was still willing to bear her grandmother's medical expenses.

"Where did you go? How did you come up like this? How improper! How could I have such an unwieldy daughter like you!"

As soon as Emma Jones stepped into the villa, she heard Carl Jones, who was sitting on the sofa, scolding her.

"Come on, Carl, Emma is no longer young, how embarrassing will she be if you scold her in public like this? If the child is not sensible, she can be taught in private and you don't need to be so angry."

Carl Jones's second wife, Barbra Lee, talked aside.

Emma Jones lowered her head, her wet bangs covering her forehead and all her emotions.

This was the case every time. When Carl Jones was angry at her, Li Yanwan would persuade him with a gentle look, which made her suffer from fiercer scold.

She's already numb, so she did not feel upset when her dad scolded her however heartlessly.

The clothes on her body were soggy and made her feel uncomfortable. She turned around and walked towards her room in the corner.

"Bang!" The teacup was slammed hard on the ground.

Carl Jones stood up angrily and pointed at Emma Jones, screaming harshly: "What kind of attitude is this? I feed you for your living and pay for your college tuition, and you use this attitude to repay me? You are just like your mother鈥攜ou are both ungrateful. "

Insulting her was all right, but she would not bear if insulting her dead mother!

She turned around and stared at Carl Jones. "It's you, not me, who is the ingrate."

"At that time, if grandma hadn't given you the money to start the business, where would be the Jones Company now? My mother was killed by you, and you are not allowed to say my mother like that."

When her mother was pregnant with her, Carl Jones said that he would go outside to start a business, and her grandmother gave Carl Jones the money she got from the government due to government-arranged relocation.

Because of giving that money to Carl Jones, her grandmother and her pregnant mother even didn't have a decent home after the relocation.

For ten years they could only rent a dilapidated, low-rise house for living.

And what about Carl Jones?

In the past ten years, his career kept expanding, and finally, he succeeded in Jones Company with over 100 million capital today.

He was rich but never thought of their family living in a small town with a difficult life.

Had it not been for divorce, he would never have appeared in front of Emma Jones's mother and grandmother in his life.

How could a scum like him have the right to abuse her mother?

He was not worth it!

"You..." Carl Jones was so angry that he grabbed the European-style vase on the table and smashed it directly towards Emma Jones...

Seeing that she was going to be hit harshly, suddenly, one hand pushed her away strongly.

Emma Jones was unexpectedly pushed to the ground, with her forehead resting on the corner of the table...

Red blood flowed from the broken wound...

Emma Jones had a pale face due to the pain, and she was dizzy. She stubbornly bit her lip and stood up, forcing herself not to cry at this time.

Mack Smith came back sometime before her, and it was he who pushed away Emma Jones in that urgent situation.

His evil black eyes glanced at Emma Jones's severely bruised head, and he walked to her ...

He reached for Emma Jones's wet and scattered bangs to look at her injury but was shunned by her with revulsion.

She gave him a cold look and turned and ran away.

"Go, go far, you'd better never come back..."

Behind her, Carl Jones's scolding kept coming.