Awaiting the Moon's Return in the Southern City

As she walked out of the Investment Department, Eve Thompson looked around the Charlie Group building.

The entire company had a great atmosphere, with people bustling around in an orderly manner. It made Eve couldn't help but admire Anthony Charlie's outstanding management skills.

Walking towards the elevator, she raised her phoenix-like eyes and stared at the floors.

Although Anthony had told her not to appear in front of him except for the first and fifteenth of the month, she wondered if she should take advantage of being here to improve their relationship.

As she hesitated, the elevator doors opened, and she looked up to see a man inside, looking right at her.

Anthony's expression was not good, and a pair of eyes shot out an intimidating chill, as if someone owed him several million dollars. His face clearly unhappy, the atmosphere around him lowered several degrees.

Eve began to feel nervous, struggling for breath under the pressure of his powerful aura.

Why did he always seem to be in a bad mood every time she saw him?

Feeling both uneasy and uncomfortable, she stiffly raised her hand and clumsily greeted him, "Um... I didn't mean to be in front of you, I..."

Before she could finish, her wrist was suddenly grabbed and she was pulled into the elevator with great force!

Unsteady on her feet, Eve fell directly into the man's arms. Before she could regain her balance, she was yanked and slammed against the elevator wall.

She was dressed thinly, with a cold metal wall behind her and a hot male body in front of her. She felt uncomfortable and wanted to move, but his hand confined her tightly.

Frightened, Eve dared not move.

The elevator doors closed slowly and began to descend.

In the small space, his masculine scent forcefully entered her nostrils, inevitably reminding her of their first night when he had spoken not a word before pressing down on her...

Eve's face took on a rosy flush.

The man in front of her lowered his head, bringing it close to her ear.

The breath he expelled brushed against her neck, making her feel as if her heart was being tickled by a feather, delightfully itchy.

What did he want?

It couldn't be that he wanted her right here...

Just as the thought flashed through her mind, a deep magnetic voice brought her back to reality, "You want to get engaged to me? Huh?"

That single "huh" carried a lethal temptation!

Even though Eve never planned on falling in love or getting married again, she was still swayed by his words.

She raised her large eyes to his nearly perfect face, swallowed nervously, and wondered if the man had suddenly changed.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding her head and replying, "Yes!"

He lowered his head once more, almost touching her neck.

Just when Eve felt that she was about to suffocate in this ambiguous atmosphere, his voice suddenly turned ice-cold; every single word felt like a blade, "Unless all the women in the world are dead, only then you'd have a chance!"

Eve's eyes grew wide in shock, looking at him in disbelief. His eyes were devoid of any warmth and she realized that from the very beginning, he'd been intentionally humiliating her!

She clenched her fists as a wave of humiliation washed over her.

Anthony continued coldly, "Let me tell you, women like you who only know how to take advantage of old people and are vain make me sick! If you want me to get engaged to you, maybe in your next life!"

Eve abruptly raised her head, her sharp eyes staring directly at Anthony Charlie!