Mr. Waltson, Refrain Yourself

At six o’clock in the evening, she was taken to the reception door.

After the secretary chatted with someone on the phone, she stepped out of the car and opened the door for Luna : “Miss Greenwich , you can enter now.”

She gently got off the car in her high heels.

After standing still, she raised her head and noticed a set of lovely eyes. That was Wills Waltson , who received the call. When he got out of the front car, he saw her.

She used to wear T-shirts, jeans, and sneakers, which made her look like an ordinary college student.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Last time when he had seen her in the dress he created, he had been amazed.

And this time … she provided him greater surprise and he thought that she wore the unbefitting garments previously.

Why she always covered her beauty by those casual clothes?

Many males passing by her would turn their heads to stare at her from time to time. Wills Waltson broke out of his disbelief and marched forward with a chilly face.

When she felt his attention fall on her, she naturally put her hand on her chest.

“Is it very awkward?”

It was incredibly lovely, yet he didn’t feel happy at all.

It was too eye-watching, wasn’t it too eye-watching?

Although he’d seen her full body and knew how lovely it was, he still had a sense of unfathomable unhappiness in his heart.

“This clothing isn’t suitable for you at all.”

He was so cruel, why he always tried to depress her?

He extended out his arm and whispered in a low voice, “Hold it.”

She slipped her arm around his and followed him to come inside: “Can you be a bit slower? I had never worn such high heels before. The carpet is extremely soft and I feel like I’m going to fall.”

“Then why are you still wearing it?”

“Your secretary picked them for me,” she added.

He twisted his head and gazed at her “To be honest, you are not gorgeous.”

“I already knew it, shut up please.”

She was a little irritated. Why she had to come here and let her make fun of her?

He took her to the third floor. At the entrance of the dinner hall, he registered their names and walked in.

They attracted the gazes of all the crowd as they appeared.

The crude sentence like “a perfect fit between a man and women” couldn’t be used to explain how well-matched they were.

He looked around. When he noticed the men’s shocked looks, he felt even more uncomfortable. He wanted to take off his suit Jackieet and covered her.

By contrast, she was genuinely afraid, “No … Isn’t it meant to be a typical dinner? Why are there so many people? ”

“To me, this is a routine dinner.”

He continued to move ahead, but her legs softened. She stood in the same location and staggered a bit beside him.

He turned around and inquired worriedly, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’ve never been to this kind of setting before, I was terrified,” she murmured nervously, her arms tightly wrapped around his arm.

He curled his lips, and for some unexplained reason, he wanted to chuckle.

He thought that every word of her was so natural.

Wills Waltson said: “Put your hand on the breast, something is ready to come out.”

She squinted at him, that’s so inappropriate.

However, she still put the bags in front of her naturally.

They just moved a few steps ahead, but just as he was about to retrieve his wine cup, she suddenly halted.

She gripped his arm, tighter and tighter, he felt pain because of her nails.

He gazed at her. She was staring at the front left side of the structure with an immovable gaze.

He followed her attention and discovered that the man she was glancing at was sitting in a wheelchair and talking with others. He was the CEO of Enderson Group, Johny Enderson .