Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Arianna was first called back from the dream by Vince’s phone. The phone was vibrating on the table while Vince was still asleep.

The LCD screen showed the name “Rebecca.” The buzzing sound made her headache worse, and the name made her feel worse. When Rebecca called again, Arianna simply pressed the refusal button. It’s still very early at night. She went to wash her face for a long time with cold water and splashed the water on her shirt. She didn’t sleep well for two nights. Her eyes were a little swollen. She looked really bad.

She faintly heard the doorbell when she washed her face. She didn’t pay attention to it. The doorbell rang a few times and stopped.

When the unlocking sound came, Arianna could only take a towel to wrap her hair in and walk out of the bathroom. The bathroom was very close to the door. Before dozing off, she forgot to lock the door from inside. And it was too late to lock it now. She could only stand calmly at the entrance. It was Rebecca standing at the door with the administrator of the holiday villa.

“Sorry, Miss…” The administrator was a polite middle-aged uncle who came out in the middle of the night to see a lady with wet hair and wet clothes. He was somewhat embarrassed.

“Is there anything?”

“We found this at the door.” The administrator wrapped a knife in a paper towel, and there was a little blood on the tip of the knife. “We are worried that you are in danger.”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Arianna replied without expression.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“So, have you seen Mr. Johnson?” Rebecca asked urgently and aggressively.

Arianna raised her eyes and glanced at her. Rebecca added, “He didn’t come back after you left with him yesterday. There’s no one in his room this evening. The room is locked, and his phone is not answered. Don’t you know where he went?”

Arianna smiled at the middle-aged man, “Can you let me talk with the lady alone?” The administrator politely left. Before he left, Arianna said, “The fruit knife is mine, and this little blood could not kill anyone.” The man handed it over to Arianna, retreated, and helped close the door for Arianna.

Arianna stepped back step by step, holding the knife in her hand. Rebecca looked at her cautiously, standing still.

“You don’t come over? You don’t want to find him?”

Rebecca looked suspiciously at the knife in her hand, “What do you want to do?”

“Are you afraid that there are interesting games in my room too?” Arianna smiled and went out of her sight.

Rebecca had to follow her. When she turned into the inner room, her eyes fell on Vince lying on the bed. His waist was tightly covered, his upper body bare. His chest had suspicious red marks, and the sheets under his body were messy. Her face changed.

Arianna whispered, “Can you do me a favor to get him out?”

Rebecca’s lips shivered a little, and she couldn’t say a word for a long time.

“If you are willing to believe, in fact, nothing has happened.” Arianna rejoiced at seeing her expression for a while.

Rebecca’s gaze came from Arianna’s face, her eyes, and slipped to her chest. At first, she was calm, but after she saw something, she suddenly turned away and slammed the door.

Arianna looked in the mirror and saw the reason why Rebecca was even ruder. She wore a shirt after she had finished bathing because her shirt was opaque, and she didn’t breathe well yesterday. So, she didn’t wear a bra. She was not a plump person, but now her shirt was wet, and her chest was clearly outlined. No wonder the middle-aged man looked embarrassed. What truly made Rebecca go crazy was that there was a red hickey just above her chest.

Arianna smiled at herself in the mirror. Suddenly she felt better. She took off her wet shirt, put on her bra, and put on another coat. She pulled the neckline high, covered the hickey, and took an ice bag to cover her eyes.

“So, nothing happened between us?” When she finished everything, the handsome drunken man woke up and sat on the bed.

“When did you wake up?”

“It’s been a while,” Vince said honestly.

“Then you should speak out early.” She turned to look at him.

“I wanted to say hello. But you were changing clothes, so I have to pretend I’m still sleeping.” The man soon added, “Is it true nothing happened to us?”

“What do you think?” Arianna asked coldly.

“Your look doesn’t look like nothing happened.” He came down from the bed, walked a few steps, pointed at her face, and swept his eyes on her chest. His expression was meaningful.

Arianna knew that she looked really bad this time and really looked like she had just had a night of hard sex. And perhaps he had seen the hickey below her neck. And there was also a distinct bite print on his chest.

“Don’t worry, I don’t need you to be responsible for me.”

“That is,” Vince said, “You are not going to be responsible for me?”

Arianna turned around and walked out, forcefully shutting the door.

“You need to go to sleep. You can’t open your eyes.”

“Hey, goodbye.” Arianna remembered another thing before closing the door, “Vince, let’s pretend we don’t know each other tomorrow.”

“What?”

“If we didn’t encounter each other, or if we pretended not to know each other, maybe there wouldn’t have been a fire today.”

“Let me tell you a secret.” Vince lowered his voice and looked around as if he was afraid of being heard by others.

Arianna opened the door that was almost closed and leaned over to him.

“I sent someone to set that fire today.”

Arianna stood in the same place for a while. Her brain was too dull in the middle of the night. She digested his words again and finally understood that he was ridiculing her and shut the door with anger.

****

The next morning, Arianna woke up naturally. She went to knock at Vince’s door and thanked him, and said goodbye. He was in the room to receive the guests. He said sorry to the guests and interrupted the previous meeting.

“I should go back, thank you.”

“You’d better not run alone.”

“What?”

“Lost in the wild in the event of a blackout, caught with a snake in the wild, a fire in a hotel… things only got worse when you traveled alone. If I were you, I wouldn’t go anywhere, or I would find someone to accompany me. Who knows what will happen next time?”