"Felix Shaw, what do you intend to do!" Seeing her passport and visa being taken out, Mia Foster panicked and tiptoed to grab them, but to no avail—the long-ard man effortlessly evaded her grasp.
Placing all the docunts into the inner pocket of his coat, Felix felt a weight lift off his chest. He casually tossed the shoulder bag into the wardrobe, wrapped his long arm around Mia’s waist, pulling her into his embrace, and said with a triumphant smile, "Mia, from today on, I will no longer indulge you."
His tone was leisurely, even gentle, but it sent shivers down Mia’s spine.
Furrowing her delicate brows, she asked suspiciously, "Felix Shaw, what do you an?"
"What do I an?" Felix raised an eyebrow, smiling ambiguously, then leaned close to Mia’s face, whispering into her ear, "I an tying you up, tying you to my belt, and taking you back ho."
After speaking, he withdrew from her ear, his handso face clenched as he said through gritted teeth, "For the rest of your life, don’t even think about betraying with that foreign devil."
With all her docunts in Felix’s hands, Mia had no choice but to bend her knees. She worried that Felix might really abduct her back ho, leaving her company here unmanaged. She quickly explained, "No, Felix, you’ve misunderstood. Steven and I are friends, just friends, there’s nothing between us."
"Just friends?" Felix exaggeratedly raised an eyebrow, as if he heard a joke. Suddenly, with a sharp gaze, he grabbed Mia’s chin, brought his handso face close, and pushed in a low voice, "Mia, you are quite the liar. You two kissed passionately on the street, and now you’re telling you’re just friends." At this, Felix scoffed and continued, "Do you want to catch you in bed with that foreign devil before you admit he’s your lover?"
Mia...
Under Felix’s dangerous gaze, Mia instinctively licked her lips and asked, puzzled, "How do you know?"
Could he have soone tailing ?
A startled "Ah..." escaped as Felix spun her around, pinning her between the wardrobe and his chest, unintentionally playing a kabedon.
His arm still wrapped around Mia’s waist, one hand propped on the wardrobe beside her, his peach blossom eyes narrowed dangerously, his handso face leaned close, "You’re asking how I know?"
With her hands clawing the door behind her, Mia instinctively nodded, only to see Felix sneer, saying, "Mia, would you be surprised if I said I followed you straight through security when I saw you and that foreign devil walk in?"
"You... ca to the US?"
"Mmhm," Felix admitted, "I called you but you didn’t pick up, so I waited outside the company for you, and to my surprise... hmph," Felix sneered, "I discovered your affair, so I followed you."
"When did you beco so smart?" The question slipped out without thought—as far as Mia recalled, Felix was not only emotionally clueless but also intellectually puzzling, along with being impulsive and hardly patient or discreet.
"Mia, the old —that was wisdom disguised as simplicity, not stupidity."
Felix enunciated every word, his thin lips almost brushing Mia’s, "If I hadn’t patiently followed you, how could I have discovered your whereabouts?"
"Felix, can you return my docunts first? We can negotiate everything else..." Mia tentatively suggested, her fingers softly tracing Felix’s chest, hoping to distract him with beauty so she could retrieve her docunts.
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