He Who Reveals His True Feelings

Bailu's eyes were malicious. She clenched her palm tightly and looked around. These women all held great enmity towards her.

She left dejectedly. When she returned to Jiang Shaomin's villa, she packed her luggage silently. She planned to move to the house she bought to avoid gossip.

What exactly was going on between Jiang Shaomin and her? Did he also like her a little?

Was that possible?

Jiang Shaomin was the dream lover of many women. There were many beautiful women around him, and countless aristocratic ladies were rushing to throw themselves at him.

She was just his subordinate, someone he had saved by accident, and a woman who had been divorced once. Their social class was vastly different from the world they lived in. She did not dare to think too highly of herself.

As she had been hurt so deeply by love once and had almost paid the price of her life for it, she did not believe in men and their feelings.

At the entrance of the villa, Bailu was stopped and held by a strong arm. The man's dark eyes were filled with anger and confusion.

"Didn't you say that you would stay for me? Why do you still want to leave?"

Bailu admitted that she was leaving because Jiang Shaomin's kindness made her more and more uneasy.

She wanted to get close to the sun, but she was afraid of being burned by his warmth.

"Our identities are very different. People in the company will gossip about us, and it will affect your image."

Bailu explained calmly. She then dragged her suitcase and continued to walk.

The man was like an enraged beast. He suddenly threw her luggage back and slammed the door shut. It was as if he wanted to lock her up and press her down on a thick and luxurious bed. 

"Bailu, don't you understand? I like you. I won't allow you to leave!"

The cold fragrance on his body became more intense. His teeth bit the tender flesh on her neck as if he would swallow her whole if she dared to refuse.

"This... is impossible."

Bailu could not believe that such a man would reveal his true feelings for her.

She had clearly erased those crazy memories, so why was he still…?

While the woman was flustered and had forgotten to resist, Jiang Shaomin loosened his bow tie and unbuttoned it with one hand, revealing his sexy and smooth Adam's apple. His smooth and muscular chest was displayed. He tied her hands using his tie. Bailu had no choice but to look directly at him.

"I don't believe it. I don't believe that you don't have any feelings for me."

"You clearly enjoyed our kiss, so why can't you be more honest?"

"Why should you care about other people's gazes? Don't tell me that you also have a lot of concerns when it comes to perfume-making, and you're afraid because of other people's thoughts?"

As soon as he mentioned the field that she loved, the confusion in Bailu's eyes gradually disappeared.

"No, I love making perfume. No matter how many people stop me, I'll persevere!"

Ever since she graduated and had walked out of the slums, she smelled the real scent of high-grade perfume at a perfume shop in the city.

She had been deeply infatuated with the magic of perfume and was willing to fight for it with her life. 

Jiang Shaomin stared straight at the woman whose face had regained its luster. A hint of infatuation flashed in his eyes, and he bit her lips with some jealousy.

"If only your passion for me could be as strong as your love for fragrance."

Other women always favored him, but why did this little woman always want to keep a distance from him?

Anger and unwillingness grew. He wanted to trap her in his arms for the rest of her life so that she had nowhere to run.

The hard and hot object pressed against Bailu's lower abdomen was ready to attack. He wanted nothing more than to pounce on her directly!