Make Me Your Woman

"What's your price?" He asked in a sarcastic tone.

Christian didn't miss it. He could see the shame Ella felt, the shame that made her cheeks blush.

Christian couldn't understand this woman in front of him. She threw herself on his bed and now she was embarrassed.

Is all this just a pretense?

"What?" Ella asked, frowning upon hearing the question.

"I asked you, how much is your price for a night?"

The corner of the man's lips formed a sneer. His words were sharp and piercing.

Ella's face immediately paled. Unknowingly, her hands were tightly clenched. This man thought of her as a prostitute, a cheap woman who slept around for money.

Shame and humiliation rose in Ella's heart, but she tried to suppress it. Ever since she had chosen this path, she had considered her self-worth to be meaningless.

She had already put away her pride and was willing to trade her body to get what she wanted.

Maybe she really was cheap, maybe she really was a whore.

A bitch shouldn't be a derogatory term to describe her.

But it wasn't the money she wanted.

She didn't want to be paid with money.

There's something else Ella needed from Christian…

"I don't want your money."

Ella looked up, showing her charming smile. She said it in such a flat tone that Christian couldn't guess her feelings.

Christian didn't know how Ella is feeling right now. Did she feel shame? Was she angry that Christian had insulted her?

Christian had absolutely no idea. All he knew was that the woman was smiling at him.

Christian raised his eyebrows and asked. "So, what do you want?"

"Make me your woman."

After saying that, Ella walked towards Christian. Her hands moved like a white snake, tightly wrapped around Christian's waist.

She whispered each word slowly and with great emphasis, as if worried Christian wouldn't be able to catch the meaning clearly.

As soon as those words were spoken, Christian burst out laughing.

The sentence sounded like a very ridiculous joke to his ears. Or maybe the craziest joke he'd ever heard in his life.

"Do you think I'm generous, or do you think I'm stupid?"

Christian knew what Ella wanted, but he deliberately ignored it. He could see that Ella's current appearance might be just a pretense, but Christian didn't care what kind of woman Ella was.

He, Christian Adipamungkas, never intended to give her any help.

Yesterday night was just one night of love and he was ready to say goodbye in the morning.

"Everyone knows that you are the leader in a small town. The women there admire you. Of course I also admire you and want to be your woman."

Ella rested her head on Christian's neck and smiled seductively. She let her body stick to Christian's naked body.

Their skin touched, reminding them of the passion that drowned them last night.

Christian could only squint and stare at the angelic woman in front of him blankly.

From her appearance, Ella was a very perfect woman.

She was beautiful and smart. With such a beautiful body, no one would have expected that this kind of woman had lived in a mental hospital for five years.

"What can you do for me?"

Christian reached out his hand and lifted Ella's face so they could look at each other. Her voice was low and seductive.

"Anything…."

Ella answered. She had this opportunity and she would not let it go again.

"Oh?"

Christian raised his eyebrows and chuckled. A second later, Christian pushed Ella towards the tall window and opened it.

The window faced the city street.

It was noon so there were quite a few cars passing by on the streets, busy with their respective activities.

The cold surface of the window touched Ella's skin and the chill immediately made her shudder.

The woman who previously looked very brave had now turned into a frightened little lamb.

Her black eyes showed a hint of concern, making Christian's gaze turn even more cruel.

"What do you want me to do?" Ella asked.

Unknowingly, her hand that was holding Christian's grip tightened. There was a hint of fear in her voice. Although she tried not to show it, her body rebelled.

Her eyes flashed fear.

Her body emitted an aura of fear.

And subconsciously, her hands gripped tighter because of fear.

"Didn't you say you would do anything for me? Jump from here and I will believe in your sincerity."

Christian flashed a faint smile. His handsome face was full of charm, but every word that came out of his mouth was meant to destroy one's mind.

Cold and cruel, like a sharp chunk of ice that could never melt even if burned.

"This is the 30th floor."

Ella looked at Christian with wide eyes, but the man didn't seem to be joking at all. He really wanted her to jump!

Ella hadn't even started her revenge yet, but she was on the verge of death now.

"You don't dare?"

Christian flashed a disdainful smile.

"I will die if I jump from here."

Ella was not afraid of death. But she was not willing to die alone. She would only die when she could bring all the people who made her suffer to hell.

However, the man before her was completely unexpected. Ella couldn't understand his way of thinking. She couldn't tell if the man really wanted her to jump out of there.

"Then?"

Christian looked very amused when teasing Ella. He looked very relaxed as he watched every expression that appeared on Ella's face.

The more expressions she showed, the more he was attracted to her.

"Okay, I'll jump."

Ella took her hand off Christian. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and then exhaling it. She decided to risk her life.

She was determined to do whatever it took and she couldn't stop here.

If she gave up, she had to start over from scratch. She didn't know which way she should take to get her revenge.

So now, there was only one straight path for her, which was to follow the man's words.

She walked to the open window and felt a strong wind blowing inside. The wind from the high floor was very strong, as if it wanted to make Ella realize that all of this was real.

'Am I really going to die? Am I going to die this way?' She asked herself.