Married to Billionaire after Being Disfigured

Snow Mountain Villa.

Because of the bad weather, Mrs. Barton’s plane was delayed and will not arrive until tomorrow.

In an entertainment room of the Moris Hotel, Nathan put his arms around his new girlfriend and sat opposite Benson, saying strangely.

“Why didn’t you bring your sister-in-law?”

“I’m here for work, not for fun.” Benson frowned as he sat on a leather sofa.

Nathan and his girlfriend had been hugging each other all the time, but Benson didn’t show any response. He had long been used to this playboy who basically hooks up a new girlfriend every month.

Maybe the one you see today is pure, and tomorrow another hot one.

“You work for you, and there is no conflict with your sister-in-law when she comes to see the snow. Besides, didn’t Mrs. Barton ask The Warner Group to design a necklace? Nancy is sick again, so I asked my sister-in-law to me. At the birthday banquet that day, my sister-in-law designed a magnolia flower necklace. Doesn’t your Madam like it very much?”

Benson’s legs crossed, his dark eyes raised suddenly, “Do you think she can handle the famous, picky Mrs. Barton?”

How listen to this, Benson also looked down on Lynn. In his bones, Benson’s knowledge of Lynn felt that she couldn’t handle Mrs. Barton.

Nathan suddenly laughed evilly, “Sister-in-law can handle even you, and there are people she can’t handle. Can Mrs. Barton be difficult for you?”

It seems that someone is a fan of the authorities and a bystander.

“Remember, in the beginning, your attitude towards others was extremely poor. You almost wanted to kill her when you saw her. I didn’t expect that on the day someone took a wedding photo, his sister-in-law was sitting on the shoulders and neck, shocking my chin. Is this still the Young Master He I know?”

Benson couldn’t help frowning but found himself speechless to refute, Lynn broke a lot of examples with him.

It even gave him the illusion that this woman would continue to break the rules he set.

“The snow scene here is very beautiful. Let my sister-in-law come and have a look.”

Benson looked out the window. It was still snowing outside in the afternoon.

The Moris Hotel is like a pearl on the top of the mountain. The entire hillside is filled with snowflakes. It is very beautiful, and girls especially like it.

Benson got up and walked out, buttoning his blazer with one hand as he told Neil.

“Go pick her up to Snow Mountain Villa.”

While Lynn was designing the manuscript, there was a knock on the door.

“Please come in.”

“Young madam, Mr. Warner asked me to pick you up to Snow Mountain Villa” It was Neil.

Lynn was surprised.

When we arrived at Snow Mountain Villa, it was getting dark, and Benson was in a meeting.

Neil handed Lynn a room card, and told her to go to her room to rest first.

Lynn opened the door and went in, looked around the luxurious suite, put down her luggage, opened the curtains, and was greeted by the beautiful snow outside, a world covered in silver.

It was beautiful outside, and Lynn left the room and went outside.

She stepped on the snow, walked under a few bamboos covered with snow, stretched out her hand and squeezed the cold snow on the bamboo. It was freezing. Lynn picked up a little snow and tasted it, the coldness felt in her. The tip of the tongue spreads.

In the hotel conference room, Benson announced, “the meeting is over.”

The participants immediately packed up the meeting materials and left one after another. Benson raised his wrist and glanced at the time, Lynn should have arrived.

Benson got up and went to the window and glanced outside. It was not snowing anymore.

Outside, a slender figure came into his sight. Lynn’s long black hair was draped. She was wearing a white down jacket, snow boots, and a red towel today.

Benson raised his eyebrows,’ Isn’t she afraid of the cold?’ Even playing in the snow.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Everything was silent, and there was a sudden vibration of the phone behind her. Lynn turned around, Benson was not far behind her and took out her phone to pick it up.

Lynn’s bright eyes flashed with doubts,’ why was he here?’ Benson looked at her too, and Lynn quickly averted her eyes, somehow terrified of making eye contact with him every time.

Because she would be nervous.

Benson called, Lynn played with his own, stretched out a slender finger, poked a bag of snow on the bamboo, brushed it, and the snow was rustling down like a goddess scattered flowers.

Lynn played it a few more times and enjoyed it.

Inadvertently, Lynn spotted the man on the phone, frowning at her while listening to the call.

Benson felt helpless with Lynn, her fingers were freezing red, and she was still playing!

Um?

Why was he looking at me like that? It was as if he was poking the snow here, like a fool playing with the snow.

Lynn drooped the corners of her mouth in displeasure. Look, sure enough, this person was guilty of being a thief, so she stopped looking at her now, turned her back, and listened to the phone.

Unbeknownst to Benson, he frowned at the content of the phone, which Lynn interpreted as a frown at her.

Lynn glanced over Benson’s station, there was a bamboo bent by the snow above his head, and the bamboo was covered with snow, and Lynn made a plan in his mind.

She wants to take a good look at this man, huh, who made him look at her with contempt.

Lynn walked over quietly, raised her feet wrapped in white snow boots, and was about to kick the bamboo.

Before kicking her, she glanced at him secretly and found that Benson was still listening to the phone with no distractions, Lynn’s red lips were raised. It was a pity that he was dressed so well.

Lynn was about to run away immediately after the kick, but the style of the painting was not right. The dark snow was about to fall, but she was pulled into a wide, hot embrace with precision.

“Ugh, let me go.” Lynn was anxious. She didn’t want to get drenched in snow.

A low and magnetic voice came to my ear, “Together.”

This woman, who thought he didn’t notice it, wanted to punish him, but he had already heard the footsteps coming quietly from behind.

Brush, and all the snow fell and melted into the skin, on the cheeks, on the shoulders.

Lynn was dumbfounded, and she threw herself in, trapped in Benson’s palm.

When Lynn turned her head, her sharp eyes stared angrily, and the broken hair in front of her forehead was twisted up in anger.

“You…”

Benson raised his eyebrows handsomely, and with one movement, he turned the person in his arms around to face him.

“Fix me, your guts are fat.”

Lynn felt the position of his liver and gallbladder, covered by a big palm, pressing down.

“How do you know it’s not on the phone?”

Lynn asked reluctantly, her red lips biting white teeth marks.

“Lynn, believe it or not, no matter how good you are, you can’t escape my palm?”

Benson’s handsome face reflects a confident and domineering light, and there is a smile on his perfect lips.

Lynn felt a lightning strike in his heart, and his words vibrated against his eardrums and slid to his chest again.

After a few seconds, Lynn frowned immediately, “No way, you think you are the Tathagata Buddha.”

Benson moved closer to her snowy face and smiled.

“The days are still long. Shall we try?”