Aoba Hoyle watched her fierce resistance which was like a hedgehog, he felt funny, "Hey, I'm not
interested in women older than me, so don't worry. Or if you want, you can pay me for delaying my
work and my mental losses, but I don't think you can afford that."
"Who do you think you are? You are so rude."
"I am a nobody, but I will hold a painting exhibition recently. I don't make a lot of money, just a million
dollars. You made me like this, how can I walk out and let my fans see me?"
Chloe stunned, "Are you a painter?"
Aoba shrugged, "Not a painter, just a job for supporting myself."
Seeing that he was well dressed, Chloe Malan can't make sure what he said was true or not. It was her
who was hurting him. If he asked a big sum of money for compensation, she can't pay for that. After
thinking about it, she said, "Well, I'll take care of you these days, but you have to sign a guarantee
agreement and write down the terms and clauses."
Aoba smiled, "Why not."
In this way, the two people drew up a contract, signed their names and fingerprints, in duplicate. The
content was about taking care of Aoba for ten days. After ten days, he couldn't ask Chloe to do
anything for him or ask for compensation because of this matter.
For these ten days, she had obtained it through bargaining. Aoba intended to be taken care of by her
for half a month. In the end, both sides took a step back.
"It turns out that your name is Chloe Malan, the flower's name." Aoba smiled, then he looked at the
beautiful handwriting on the contract.
"So?" Chloe Malan angrily folded the contract and put it in her wallet.
"This flower is poisonous, it's no wonder you are so venomous."
Chloe Malan's expression became embarrassed, "I didn't mean it, it's because that you look like Alan
Hoyle."
"Just because of that? You don't look at me clearly, and making me suffer such a loss in vain. Hey,
what is the relationship between your friend and Alan Hoyle?" Aoba asked tentatively.
"It's nothing more than the sad love story between a man and a woman. Why are you so curious about
it? Men are all bad." Alan Hoyle was filled with indignation.
She can't think that all the men were same, Aoba retorted, "You don't have to be so cruel, you women
are not all good. Are there a few examples of greed for vanity, worship for money? Your friend maybe
this kind of woman."
"Olive is not that kind of woman." Chloe Malan blurted out.
Aoba was speechless, it turned out to be that it related to his future sister-in-law again? The world was
small.
"So your friend is Olive Steele?" Aoba smiled with interest. It seemed that he might still meet her in the
future.
Chloe Malan knew that she said too much and didn't want to talk to him again. After all, Aoba was a
famous guy, and many people knew him. The hotel room where this man lived can be enough for her
income for several nights to sing in one night.
He must be a rich man, maybe he knew Alan Hoyle. Seeing his face was similar to and Alan Hoyle's,
she always wondered if they were related. And the name he left was Yang Yu, Chloe didn't know if it
was his real name or a pseudonym, she didn't ask much.
She knew that Olive didn't want to let too many people know about this thing. Olive just wanted to live
quietly, but Chloe didn't expect that at this time, Olive had relived the time of love with Alan, and kept
the secret from her.
"Come on, it's getting late, you have to rest now, I have to go back." Chloe went to the door, but found
that the door could not be opened.
Naturally, when she came in, Aoba did something on the door. Aoba reminded her, "Big sister, you just
forgot what we signed on the contract? Except for you to sing in the evening, you have to take care of
me at other times. Don't waste your effort. It won't open now."
What a cunning man. Chloe glared at him and said, "Do you still need someone to take care of you
when you are sleeping? You are not a baby."
"I'm a wounded, maybe I want to drink water in the middle of the night, you need to help me do that"
Well, she calmed herself down, because she made him hurt.
"Then where's my room? Next to your room? I can't afford it."
Aoba patted the bed under him, "The bed is big enough, you can sleep here."
Chloe's face blushes, "Am I crazy? Why should I sleep in the same room with you?"
"You just sleep in a bed with me. We won't do bad things. Why are you so nervous? Sister, you won't
be a virgin, right?" Aoba glared inquiringly on her face.
He must be crazy. Depending on his age, he should be a few years younger than her. Chloe wanted to
slap on his face, "I am a divorced woman, so you'd better not treat me with this attitude. I won't afraid
of that."
Aoba stunned for a moment, he's a little disbelief, "Just kidding, you don't have to curse yourself like
that."
"You can believe it or not. Turn off the light and go to sleep, I'm exhausted." Chloe lied on the other side
of the bed, pulled over the quilt, and covered her head, her mood instantly became a bit bad.
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