Slowly Falling into His Love Trap Chapter 213: Be Good, You Have Me

"I really can’t eat anymore!" Cecilia Lynch covered her stomach that was now round as a ball, "Why don’t you eat? Why insist on forcing to eat?"

She frowned, her pretty little face full of grievance, her cheeks were flushed with anger, her small mouth slightly pouted, lips stained with so oil, looking particularly tempting.

Julian Keaton sat beside her dealing with work on his computer. Hearing Cecilia’s complaint, he looked up at her, his straight, thin lips curling into a slight smile.

Smoothing his brow, he leisurely uttered two words: "You’re thin."

"Are you fat?" Cecilia retorted loudly.

She was about to lose her mind, and pleaded, "Can I pack the leftovers and take them with ? I promise I won’t waste them, I’ll finish every bit cleanly!"

Seeing he had no intention of replying, she mumbled her complaint, "I need to rush to my part-ti job! I haven’t worked all day, I’m going to get fired!"

"You can fire them first," Julian suggested lazily, "and then co work at my company."

After a pause, he added, "Even if you don’t work, it’s fine, I’ll take care of you."

"No!" Cecilia frowned, "Mr. Keaton, the rules were set by you, let’s not interfere in each other’s private life!"

"You heartless woman," Julian’s eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

He stood up, strolled over to Cecilia, bent down, his nose touching hers, staring into her eyes, his soft breath falling on her cheeks, making the hair on her arms stand on end.

Slightly opening his thin lips, he said coldly, "Call Mr. Keaton again, and I’ll take it as an invitation to my body. No matter where, anyti, I’ll strip and take you!"

Upon hearing this, Cecilia shrank back in fright, her feigned calmness shattered.

Seeing the determination in Julian’s eyes, it was hard for her to take his words as a joke.

Daring to defy him would definitely end badly!

She experienced that this afternoon.

Exercise all the ti, exercise all the ti, and now her body was still sore.

"Mr. Keaton." Cecilia had no choice but to change the title, "I really have to go..."

"Still not allowed." Julian arrogantly raised an eyebrow, "If you keep using such distant titles with , I’ll have to let your body tell you that in fact, we are very familiar."

"Can you stop it?" Cecilia averted her eyes, not daring to look at him, "I don’t have that much ti to play with you."

"Is your ti more precious, or is mine?" Julian snapped, "Cecilia Lynch, listen well, the rules were set by , the right of interpretation has always been in my hands. If I say our relationship continues, it continues, behave yourself, don’t think about running away."

Cecilia’s lips curled awkwardly, biting her teeth, "Fine! Can I go to work now?"

"What work is more important than accompanying ?" Julian rolled his eyes, "Finish the food! No leftovers allowed!"

"You’re crazy!" Cecilia’s eyes were bright with helplessness.

She looked at the table, ten at dishes, no more, no less, all by his order.

Braised chicken with chestnuts, stir-fried beef, crispy duck, stead pork, stir-fried pork with peppers, freshwater clam at, grilled oysters, barbecued pork, stir-fried kimchi with pork, and eight-treasure fish.

Ten whole at dishes, Cecilia was about to burst from eating.

"I really can’t eat anymore." Cecilia’s eyes filled with tears.

She thought, Julian was definitely punishing her.

Punishing her for wanting to not be his lover anymore a while ago.

But he’s already forcefully restored everything to the original state, what more is there to be dissatisfied with?

Can’t he let her off?

"Julian." Cecilia looked at Julian, her small hand gently gripping his sleeve, shaking it, soft voice: "Please don’t make eat anymore, okay?"