Can't stop loving you

Chapter 138 He Seems To Have Forgotten You

"They said I was ugly and made a fool of myself. They also said my tactics of rejection are bad!" Viola

thumped the table heavily and shouted, "Mr. Chu, beat them to death!"

Maynard raised his eyebrows with dissatisfaction. "If I don't beat you to death, you should be grateful."

Being sensible, she kept her mouth shut, in case things got worse.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the table rang. After Maynard answered the phone, the little girl's

voice came through, "Dad, Mommy is in danger. Go and save her."

Maynard's face changed slightly. "What's going on?"

"Mommy just called me and asked me to find some bodyguards to go to a Dance Bar. But the

bodyguards were sick, woo, woo, woo, what should I do..." The little girl couldn't help crying.

"I'll be right there. You stay at home." Maynard hung up the phone, grabbed her arm and said, "Come

with me."

Viola shook off Simon's hand impatiently and stepped back several steps. "Don't. You go to hero to

save the beauty. How can I follow you?"

"Shut up!" Maynard said coldly and sharply.

When she was about to say something, she was dragged out.

As soon as Viola entered the bar, she saw a lot of men and women drinking and flirting. The dancing

floor was wildly dancing and the lively music bothered her.

She grasped Maynard, who was in front of her, frowned and asked, "Where is Elly?"

"Let's look for it separately." Maynard said and looked to the right.

Viola had no choice but to look for her in the left.

After searching for two minutes, she didn't see Elly. Instead, she found that Bernard was sitting on the

sofa of table 52, holding a girl and kissing the ones on the left and the one on the right.

Viola felt his scruple was broken to a lot, so she went over and grabbed his ear from behind, "Do you

see Elly?"

"It hurts. Let me go." Bernard pushed her hand away.

A false smile appeared on Viola's face. She asked, "Where is Elly?"

"Her?" After dismissing the two girls, he thought about it for a while and shrugged. "She is in the

second floor. I saw her being taken to prison myself."

Upon hearing this, Viola turned to him and said in a low voice, "You just stand by?"

"She got tipsy. Two Playboys recognized her and cursed her for she was unable to flirt with them.

Unexpectedly, she hit them with a wine bottle."

Viola folded her arms across her chest. "So what?"

"I don't want to get involved in her fight." Bernard pulled back his short hair and leaned against the

sofa, looking frightened.

She rolled her eyes and thought for a while. She went to the second floor and saw a group of people

gathering in the corridor. She guessed that it might be Elly, so she pushed in and saw that Elly leaned

against the wall. She held a broken wine bottle in her hand, her cheeks flushing. Apparently, she drank

a lot.

She immediately sent a message to Maynard, telling him to come over as soon as possible.

In front of her, two men with their heads tied up with gauze, and the bloodstain at the wound dyed a

little red. She guessed that they must be the playboy who was flirting with her.

"You bitch, you beat me up like this. If you don't kneel down and apologize to me today, you will never

step out of this step!" One of the young men with yellow hair spat on the ground and glared at Elly.

"Don't think that you can escape from them with the support of Maynard. You know, he doesn't care

about you at all!" The other man sneered and mocked. He even looked ugly.

"Really?" A seductive male voice sounded.

Most of the women in the crowd turned to look in the direction of the voice, only to find a handsome

and cold face, as well as a giant supermodel.

What frightened her was the coldness of him. When he came, she made room for him spontaneously.

"Chu Mr. Chu?"

The appearance of the man from the royal family turned pale at the sight of Maynard.

When Viola saw this, she quietly prayed for the two people. Suddenly, someone patted on her

shoulder. She turned around and saw it was Bernard. She was very angry, but then she continued to

look ahead as if she hadn't seen anything.

"Maynard..." Throwing away the weapon in her hand, Elly threw herself into the embrace of Maynard.

In teary eyes, she complained, "The two of them have improper intentions. They even attacked me and

my baby."

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Hu, what did you two say?" Maynard took a sharp glance at them, without any

expression on his face.

"…… We are sorry, Mr. Chu. Can we apologize?" The Yellow haired Mr. Chen was scared to be

recognized.

"Yes, we are just being mean. Please don't lower yourself to the same level with us," Mr. Hu kept

apologizing with a smile, which made him look awkward.

"Just tell me what you said, word for word." Maynard pulled Elly behind him and casually unbuttoned

the cuff of his shirt, "What?"

"We..."

The two men looked embarrassed and began to hem and haw.

"What did they say, Bernard?" Maynard shifted his gaze from joy to anger at first, and then to Bernard,

who was beside them.

Without a word, Bernard held up the right hand of a lady from the left, amazingly, "Your hands are

warm and delicate, and your nails mounted with diamond are as beautiful as stars in the night sky." Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Oh, No." The lady said with a shy smile on her face.

Viola knew he was trying to change the topic, but

Looking at the lady who could be his aunt, Viola thought that Bernard really went all out.

"Nobody told you?" A storm was brewing in Maynard's eyes.

The onlookers stepped back in horror.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Hu, as the saying goes, leniency to those who confess their crimes and severity to those

who resist," All of a sudden, Bernard opened his mouth. With a smile covering his face, he said, "You

don't want to see that Mr. Chu is looking for your elder?"

"Okay, I'll tell you." Mr. Chen looked at Maynard and said in a trembling voice, "We just told Miss Xia

that her daughter was born by her and a beggar We know we are wrong. "

"Why do you say that?" Maynard nodded slightly, and the black and deep eyes were covered by a few

strands of hair scattered over his head.

"We just heard that Mr. Chu, I advise you to test the DNA for you. It's good for everyone." Seeing that

there was no sign of anger on Maynard's face, Mr. Hu got up the nerve to apply some eye medicine to

his wound.

As soon as she finished saying that, she was knocked down by a heavy punch from Maynard, and

even Mr. Chen was kicked to the ground by him.

At first, Viola thought that they would stop aiming at killing people. However, Maynard crouched down,

picked up Mr. Hu and made him spit out a tooth. After that, Mr. Chen's face was swollen to fat and his

mouth and nose were bleeding. Lying on the ground, they were at their last gasp.

It was the first time for Viola to see Maynard hit so hard, almost knocking her to death.

"It's killing me," Bernard said in a casual tone, "if I had told you about that on behalf of the other two, I

would have been the one who goes to the orthopaedic hospital."

Puzzled, Viola asked, "Is it normal for him to protect Elly and their daughter?"

Bernard smiled but said nothing.

After Maynard beat enough people, he stood up and took out his handkerchief to carefully wipe his

hands. A mocking smile appeared on his thin lips. "I will pay the medical fee for you. Take care of

yourself."

Maynard threw down the handkerchief, pulled at Elly and left without looking at Viola.

Upon hearing this, a smile froze on her face.

"He seems to have forgotten you." Putting his hand on her shoulder, Bernard said, "Don't be sad. I'll

drive you home for your sake."

Viola shoved his hand away and said with a fake smile, "No, thanks. Just be careful. When an iron

pester has become a needle."

Viola ignored his reproachful face and turned to leave the bar.

Viola was walking on the road and felt something strange behind her. When she passed a cake shop,

she saw that besides herself, there were two more people behind the shop. Her face changed and she

ran immediately, but it was too late. She was covered by a handkerchief, and her eyes went black