Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 508: I’ll Say It Again, Stop Fooling Around

He finished speaking and let go of her body.

Although he had just carried her upstairs, there wasn’t the slightest hint of intimacy; even though they weren’t biological siblings, he didn’t have any such thoughts.

He just wanted to continue pampering her.

Let her continue to be the little princess of the White Family.

Over the years, the way he’s treated her, everything has been so well, personally attending to everything; how could there not be feelings involved?

Precisely because there are feelings, he can’t accept this outco now. It’s just, where exactly is his real sister?

It’s unfair to his real sister...

He tucked her in and prepared to straighten up and leave, not expecting her to suddenly hook her arms around his neck.

Even though people in China’s circles all thought he was a playboy, experienced with countless won—indeed, the number of won surrounding him was too many to count, because he was handso and from a good family.

He was the president of the White Group.

Everyone thought of the young madam of the White Family.

Everyone wanted to be the wife of the president of the White Group!

So, the won who usually clung to him were too many to count.

In the business field, acting is inevitable, so he didn’t reject it. The company casually signed a few well-experienced female artists and lavishly promoted them, so rumors spread that those female artists were all favored by the young master White.

But, he had never touched any of those won...

Never did.

In her mory of that night, she was injured and saved by him, held anxiously in his embrace.

From the first mont she saw him, she felt that this man must be her prince charming, her savior.

It is said that the debt of saving a life must be repaid with one’s own.

She just fixated on him.

Her handso him.

But he hurt her heart again and again, and what’s more ridiculous, they said he was her "real brother."

She didn’t believe it.

This was clearly her husband.

"Husband~" She secretly drank tonight, now dizzy, maybe not even knowing what she was doing.

This can’t be blad on her, whose fault was it she lost her mory, whose fault her mind was broken.

Moreover, she could only bla him for being too handso, too attractive; she always wanted to get close.

"Ella, step back." His tone lowered a few degrees, not at all ambiguous, purely a command.

His aura was too overwhelming.

Frightened, Ella stepped back and shivered slightly.

So fierce, he’s so fierce!

But so what?

She pouted her little lips, and embraced his neck again: "Brother... hold ."

"Stop it!" The man lowered his head, voice icy, "What are you doing?"

His dark eyes fixed on the palm-sized face of the woman: "Don’t be like this."

"How am I being?" The girl pouted her red lips.

"Stop it, be good." His eyes burned with a fire of anger.

Ella, don’t you know you’re not my sister, not my sister, not my sister!