Good bye You Never Love Me

Chapter 49 I Want Everything Stefan Cares About

Martha stiffened, taken aback.

When she realized what he was doing, she immediately pushed him.

Stefan was annoyed. He grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head to stop her from moving.

Leaning forward slightly, he deepened the kiss.

Martha realized she couldn't break free, so she gave it up, glaring at him coldly.

Soon, Stefan felt her cold response. Lust faded from his eyes.

He let go of her, looking down at her in irritation.

Martha's eyes were full of coldness and disgust, which upset him so much.

"You are even unwilling to pretend to pander to me," Stefan remarked huskily.

Gazing at her, Martha sneered in sarcasm.

"Why should I? After divorcing in three months, we'll have nothing to do with each other. Don't you think

we shouldn't have a sexual relationship during this period?"

"Sexual relationship?" Stefan repeated, his pupils constricting.

"Or what?" Martha asked icily.

"You are a man, so I understand you have a sex drive. If you want a woman, go out to find one. I

believe many women want to sleep with you. I'm not one of them."

Stefan's face darkened and he stared coldly at Martha. 'Did she know what she was talking about?'

However, Martha looked as if she didn't see his anger and asked with concern, "Do you need me to

find you a woman, Mr. Harrison?"

Stefan stared daggers at her immediately. Narrowing his gaze, he approached Martha and snapped,

"Seriously? Martha!"

With that said, he turned and left Martha's room.

Martha sighed in relief after he was gone, leaning against the wall weakly.

For a moment just now, she thought Stefan would kill her.

Besides, when he kissed her, she wasn't as calm as she looked.

Martha knew she still felt something for Stefan, and yet she could not give him any mercy in the current

situation.

A bitter smile touched Martha's lips.

'You were too cheap before, Martha. You cannot repeat the same mistake,' she reminded herself

inwardly.

After adjusting her mood quickly, she returned to normal.

...

The night passed fast.

The following day, Martha got up early. Before Stefan went to the dining room, she quickly finished

breakfast and went to the address sent by Rhys.

The car ran fast. Two hours later, she arrived at a building downtown.

According to the address, she took an elevator and went to the seventh floor.

As soon as Martha entered the studio, she was stunned.

She had expected Rhys to find some expensive place as her workplace, but much to her surprise, it NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

was located downtown with a high cost of the land. Moreover, he rented the whole floor.

Martha entered the lobby.

The studio had been remodeled. Two tall plants were placed at the door. Once entering, she saw a

cafe and a lounge besides the working areas.

While Martha was shocked, a chuckle sounded to bring her back to the present, "What a surprise! You

can't wait to see me, right, lovely Miss Doyle?

Martha looked back and slightly nodded at Rhys in greetings.

"It's just a studio. You don't need to open it in such a place," she remarked.

"There's convenient transportation to this building. If I want to see you, I can come over anytime."

With a faint smile, Rhys stared at her as if implying something.

Martha furrowed her eyebrows slightly and strengthened her tone, "Mr. Williams, please!"

"Miss Doyle, your office is specially designed. Let me show you," Rhys interrupted her with a smile and

changed the topic.

Then he took the lead to walk in.

Martha couldn't do anything but follow him.

After entering her office, Rhys sat down on the couch with his legs folded in a relaxed manner.

"Miss Doyle, how do you like this room?" he beamed at Martha.

"You've been too generous, Mr. Williams. It's an office. You could have just put a desk and a chair here

simply."

Martha looked around and could tell the ornaments on the shelves were expensive. However, she also

knew Rhys never changed once he'd made up his mind.

Arching an eyebrow, Rhys chuckled, "Miss Doyle, you are a beautiful lady, so your office should be a

perfect one."

Martha kept silent.

Martha parted her lips a moment later and told him about her purpose.

"Mr. Williams, I'm here today to discuss the project with you."

"Let's put it aside first, Miss Doyle. When do you have time to go drink with me?"

With a wicked smile, Rhys looked at the woman sitting across from him, his eyes was dark and deep.

Frowning, Martha kept calm and emphasized her purpose again.

"Mr. Williams, I wonder what the Williams Group thinks about the cooperative project with the Doyle

Group."

"We can talk about the project anytime. But it's a rare chance to spend time with a lovely lady like you."

Pressing her lips together, Martha stopped speaking, looking at him indifferently.

She hesitated if she should go straight to the point.

Judging from Rhys' words, he seemed to have no intention of discussing the project with her.

Rhys didn't feel awkward, leaning against the back of the sofa while staring at her.

"Miss Doyle, you must be super busy recently. I'd love to invite you to dinner tonight. Would you accept

my invitation?"

"No, thanks, Mr. Williams. I cannot read your mind, but I can tell you don't have a crush on me. At least

you don't treat me seriously."

Martha glanced at him and went straight to the point.

Rhys was surprised. Lifting his eyebrow, he curled his lips into a smile.

Martha knew he wanted to use her to achieve his goals, but she was not sure if his target was Harrison

Group or Stefan.

Her intuition kept warning her to be careful with this man.

Sitting opposite her, Rhys slightly narrowed his gaze at her. The smile on his face became broader.

He replied mellowly, "Miss Doyle, you've underestimated me."

He curled his lips into a wicked smile. Without hiding his ambition, he added, "I want whatever Stefan

cares about, no matter the Harrison Group or you, Miss Doyle."