His Beloved Mate

Chapter 52 What The Hell Do You Want

Cassie said, "I told you, don't touch me!"

But Dylan didn't let her go. He leaned close to her again and bit her lips. Tears of grievance rolled down

from the corners of Cassie's eyes. She pushed him away fiercely and said, "What the hell do you want?

!"

Cassie ran back to her room angrily. The servants saw her all the way, but they didn't dare to ask why.

She sat by the window, sobbing.

After a while, Cheryl knocked on the door carefully and said, "Cassie? Can I... come in?"

Sniffing, Cassie got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face. "Okay."

Seeing her walk out of the bathroom with red eyes, Cheryl frowned and said, "You've cried..."

Cassie curled her lips and said stubbornly, "What's wrong?"

Cheryl held her hand and said, "Mr. Dylan said you were crying. He asked me to have a look."

Upon hearing the name, Cassie interrupted, "Don't mention this man in front of me anymore. I'll be

angry when I hear his name."

After a pause, she continued, "I didn't provoke him today. As soon as I came back home, he first asked

why I drove, and then carried me and pressed me against the wall. Don't I feel wronged? !"

Cheryl suddenly smiled, "Don't show off your love in front of me."

Gritting her teeth, Cassie opened the cabinet of the storage room and took out the bubble paper bubble

film from it. While grabbing the bubble film on it, Cassie cursed madly, "I didn't! I'm so angry!"

Cheryl looked at her and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Frowning, Cassie asked, "What's wrong? What can I do for you?"

Cheryl wanted to say something. Mr. Dylan's words were still in her ears. She sighed, "The reason why

Mr. Dylan doesn't allow you to drive is actually for your own good."

Cassie froze for a moment, and she sneered disdainfully, "For me?! Well, Cheryl, tell me."

After a long silence, Cheryl said, "Mr. Dylan's father and mother died in a car accident. That's why he

didn't dare to drive. Do you understand what I mean?"

Cassie's mind went blank, and her expression softened slightly. Her eyes became gentle.

Did the capitalist forbid her to drive because he was afraid that something bad would happen to her...?

She stopped pressing the bubbles in her hand, but still said stubbornly, "But, that can't be the reason

for him to scold me."

Seeing that she wasn't as angry as before, Cheryl smiled and continued, "In fact, Mr. Dylan is a very

sensitive person. You will know it after you get along with him for a long time. Well, I won't bother you

anymore. Mr. Dylan has cooked for you today. You can go to the dining room to have dinner with him

later. Don't quarrel with him."

Wait? ? Did the capitalist cook again? Thinking of the delicious food, Cassie didn't seem to be so angry.

She pursed her lips and said, "Oh..."

Suddenly, her phone rang. Owen called her, "Cassie, my brother called you for dinner."

She muttered in her heart, 'Ah, if you make me angry and make me cry, then ask someone else to

mediate. What kind of man is he?"

Cassie said unhappily, "Oh..."

Owen sensed that she was unhappy and asked, "Did you quarrel with my brother? Every time you

quarrel with each other, both of you ask me to be the microphone. I'm very busy!"

Cassie curled her lips, "I'm sorry to interrupt your work."

Owen smiled, "It doesn't matter. As long as you and my brother are happy. My brother is a stubborn

man. By the way, I'll be back tomorrow. Do you want to pick me up at the airport? I brought you

delicious food and makeup!"

Cassie smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take the snacks and makeup that my idol brings for me."

After greeting with her, Owen hung up the phone.

Reluctantly, Cassie went downstairs. As soon as she arrived at the dining room, Dylan came out with

the dishes.

Cassie and Dylan looked at each other and they felt a little embarrassed for a moment. The light of the

crystal chandelier fell on Cassie's body, and Dylan's eyes were somewhat dodging. "Eh... Have a seat."

Looking at Dylan, who was standing in the kitchen, Cassie thought he looked different from before. The

delicious food on the table aroused her appetite. Sweet and sour spareribs. She praised the food last

time, but she didn't expect that he would cook it today.

Dylan picked one to her and said softly, "Have a try. Didn't you say you liked this dish before?" Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Cassie was a little confused. Something was wrong. The capitalist didn't mock her today and even pick

up food for her.

Although she was confused, Cassie didn't care about it as she smelled the food. She tasted the

spareribs. Dylan asked with a smile, "What do you think?"

'Damn it! How could he smile?'. Besides, he looked handsome when he was smiling?

Cassie shook her head in her heart. No! She couldn't be attracted by his beauty! Calm down! Cassie!

You know, there are a lot of young men waiting for you after the New Year!

Looking at her absent-minded look, Dylan tasted it again. It tasted good. What happened to her?

"I'm sorry."

The words quickly brought Cassie back to reality.

Did she hear it wrong? Just now, the capitalist told her... I'm sorry?!

Was he going to apologize to her?

Cassie chuckled, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes. "Ah... I beg your pardon? I didn't hear it

clearly."

"If you don't hear me clearly, I don't mind telling you later." he added with a smile.

"..."

Damn it! 'What a toy boy! He kissed me from time to time and even flirt me without any blush and heart

beating.'.

Cassie shook her head in a hurry, "No. Fine!"

Dylan put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "Don't be angry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have talked

to you in that tone. I'll pay attention to it in the future."

His behavior made Cassie flesh creep all over her body. 'Who is Dylan? He was a decisive man in the

business world. He even admitted his mistake to her.

Cassie was flattered, so she followed closely and stammered, "No. It's okay. It's all my fault. Uncle and

aunt's... I don't know."

The death of Joshua Lu and Catherine Wen had always bothered Dylan. It was also known to all the

people in Zhaocheng. Although he didn't say anything, it didn't mean that Dylan didn't mind. Moreover,

he was only fifteen years old at that time.

All of a sudden, Cassie felt that he was not as cold and indifferent as he looked. After all, everyone has

his or her weakness and fatigue. It depends on whether he or she is willing to show it to you.

They had a nice dinner. Cassie asked, "Capitalist, who taught you cooking?"

Dylan picked up his chopsticks and ate slowly. Then he answered, "I'm busy with my work. It's not

healthy to eat too much take-out food. As time goes by, I learn to cook for myself."

Cassie smiled and picked up sweet and sour spareribs with chopsticks. "So, you've learned it from

yourself?"

Dylan didn't stop her but gave her a funny look. After she finished a large bowl of sweet and sour

spareribs, Dylan said slowly, "Go to the gym."

Huh?

Confused, Cassie asked, "Why? !"

"It's not good for your health to eat too greasy at night."

"..."

Damn it! If so, why didn't he tell her before?! It was too insidious to wait until she finished eating!

Confused, Cassie stared at him.! She raised her chin proudly, "What if I don't?"

Dylan looked at her with interest. "There's another sport. It's the same as going to the gym."