C416 Young Master Ye's maid

"Back to the villa!" Ye Mo said with an ashen face.

These people were really becoming more and more unskilled at handling matters. They actually made Xia Yihan easily run up and look at things that she shouldn't have seen.

When she came to the hospital, they didn't call him to report. Who knew what they were thinking!

Xia Yihan stared coldly at Ye Mo. She wanted him to know that she hated him and didn't want him to carry her.

"Alright, let's adjust our mood. Yun Chang and Tai are coming to our house for dinner tonight. Don't you remember?"

There was such a thing tonight. If Ye Mo hadn't said it, Xia Yihan would have truly forgotten. Her whole heart was covered with a sorrowful feeling. She was in no mood for anything else.

She wanted to tell him to cancel this date, but she liked Zhong Yunchang and she also liked Tai. This might have been the start of their beautiful marriage, she shouldn't take away other people's chance to get to know him just because she was in a bad mood.

Plus, she might be able to think of a way to leave Ye Mo with Tai.

She understood it all too well. As long as this bastard didn't open his mouth to let her go, where could she go? Even if she didn't force him with her death, he probably wouldn't let her go.

He had arranged for her security guards to be there to protect her or to watch over her.

Ye Mo knew that his woman was only thinking for her own good. He said this to distract her, so she wouldn't keep thinking about Song Wanting.

He wanted to kiss her, and he knew that she would not want to be kissed by him now. He didn't do that, just held her and carried her all the way to the car.

Xia Yihan's face was cold. She did not even glance at Yinmo, nor did she look out of the window. She did not want to give him the feeling that she did not dare to meet his gaze.

She only wanted her heart to be as calm as water and not cause the slightest ripple for him.

She looked ahead absentmindedly, her eyes almost unfocused, like a lost doll.

Ye Mo leaned close to her and tried to put his arm around her waist. She glanced at him coldly, her gaze already telling him that she did not want him to hug her. She wanted him to stay away.

He did not take any further action, nor did he forcefully pull her over.

He just looked at her, at her little face, and he wanted her to know that he loved her, that he would not love anyone but himself.

His attention and focus caused Xia Yihan's heart to feel indescribably uncomfortable. She didn't like this. Since he had lied to her, then he shouldn't look at her like that. What was this?

She would not be soft-hearted.

If she was softhearted, she would have to share a man with another woman. She didn't want to be so useless.

She had been helpless before, but now he had made her his fiancée. He had said that she had her freedom, and she no longer needed to endure humiliation when he had other women.

Xia Yihan closed her eyes and leaned against the back seat. Ye Mo blocked her, allowing her to lean heavily against him. Then, his arm suddenly wrapped around hers, causing her to fall back onto his robust arm.

While she was surprised, she naturally looked up at him. He also looked back at her face.

He did not speak. He lowered his head, but she turned her head away.

Ye Mo, what are you doing? she asked him silently, but she didn't want to shout at him in the car, she couldn't embarrass him in front of so many people.

He might not love her enough, but her love for him had grown and deepened, and love was not like an alarm clock that could be stopped at the first ring.

It would take time for her to take back her love, for him to think, as if it had become a habit.

From this moment on, she would learn to change the habit that she had developed not long ago.

Ye Mo knew that she wouldn't scream, so he pinned the back of her head and pressed down on his lips again. This time, she couldn't dodge at all.

Ye Mo, why are you bullying me like this? Xia Yihan was anxious and angry. She tried her best to shake him off, but he pressed her back with his lips, making her unable to move.

He forbade her to ignore him. She wanted him to kiss her forever, to greet her with the same softness she had before, to respond warmly to him. She had to do that.

He forcefully kissed her and insisted on putting his tongue into her mouth. Xia Yihan really couldn't avoid it and could only forcefully bite down.

The taste of blood spread through their mouths. She really hated them to the core, so she bit down hard not to let go.

He endured the pain, endured her biting him, and he didn't move an inch. He didn't even bat an eyelid.

In the end, she didn't continue to bite him. He took advantage of her release to passionately kiss her tongue, pleasing her with pain.

It wasn't until he had kissed the salty taste and heard her low sobs that he finally let go of her.

"What exactly do you want? You have... Don't touch me! " Xia Yihan couldn't take it anymore and shouted at him.

She didn't know how angry she was. What right did he have to think he could kiss her after he had touched another woman's belly? What did she count for?

"Don't be angry, you can do whatever you want, right? Calm down, let's talk about our matter after Yun Chang and the others have met, okay? " Ye Mo helplessly softened his voice, while Xia Yihan took out a tissue from her handbag and wiped her tears.

She closed her eyes again and leaned against the back of the car.

By the time he returned to the mansion, it was already almost five. Seeing the tear stains on Xia Yihan's face, he asked her in a hushed tone, "What happened?"

She remembered that since last winter, the two of them had not quarreled and the crown prince had not even spoken loudly to Xia Yihan. Sometimes, she even joked with Xia Yihan that the crown prince had changed his personality. He went from a big playboy, to an unrivalled good husband in the universe.

"Nothing, just wine. Miss Zhong, Mr. Li and Mr. Tai are coming over for dinner tonight. Can you help Zhang Luo out?" I'm a little tired and I want to rest. "

Ye Mo watched Xia Yihan go upstairs to her room. He really wanted to follow her and help her get out of her negative emotions.

He couldn't go, and it was useless for him to go. He could only stand at the top of the stairs and watch as she disappeared through the door.

He had so much wealth and a high social status, but at this moment, he could not use them at all. He could only watch as his woman suffered, but there was nothing he could do to her.

Xia Yihan, I know this is my fault. Can you give me a chance to explain?

He stayed where he was, took a cigarette from his pocket, snapped open the lighter, and lit it.

He didn't go anywhere, but leaned against their bedroom door, waiting for her to come out. When she calmed down, she might listen to him.

He wanted to tell her that she was the only woman he had ever loved since birth, except for his mother.

When she said she wanted to leave him, he had the feeling that the world was about to collapse.

He knew she depended on him, and he needed her, too, interdependent and adoring. How could she just give up such a feeling of mutual affection?

Xia Yihan didn't come out of her room. She didn't cry anymore and just stared blankly.

Every corner of the room was filled with the laughter of two people. She thought she was the happiest woman in the world. She thought her happiness would never end.

He had said that he loved her, that he would always love her, always love her.

Why did she see him put his hands on other women's stomachs, why did she hear him call the child in her own ears, when he said he was his father?

Wasn't he just lying to her? Why couldn't he fool her for a lifetime? That way, she would be a fool for a lifetime, forever living in happiness.

After who knows how long, Ye Mo extinguished the cigarette, knocked on the door, and gently asked, "Are you better now? Will you open the door and let me in so I can have a word with you? "

"I don't want to say anything to you." she said coldly.

She was ready to leave. Whether he allowed it or not, she would find a way to leave.

Leaving, shouldn't you pack up and prepare? She looked around and saw that she had nothing to pack. When she entered the Ye Family mansion, she was wearing only a white dress, everything else was in leaf ink.

Ye-Mo gave her an unlimited credit card. She didn't use it, so she kept it in the drawer by her bedside. Every time Ye-Mo took it out of the drawer and secretly put it in her handbag, afraid that she would need it.

Unknowingly, she once again thought of how he had treated her well. She shook her head, shaking off these memories. Opening her handbag, she took out her credit card and quietly put it back in the drawer.

Her cell phone might have to be contacted before she left, and she would leave it for him before she left.

She would bring nothing with her. Before she came, she only had Mo Xiaojun in her heart. After she leaves, she will not take Ye Mo with her.

He wouldn't need her care and love. He had Song and her children, so he should be happy.

Xia Yihan could only focus on thinking about how to leave and not feel so uncomfortable that she was going to suffocate. She forced herself to keep packing. Even if she didn't take them with her, she would pack and reorganize them.

After Ye Mo said that, he stayed silent and continued to wait. After an unknown period of time, the butler came to report that Miss Zhong and Mr. Li had arrived. Ye Mo told him to come in immediately.

Coincidentally, the two of them arrived at the same time and met at the door.

Ye Mo knocked on the door again and heard Xia Yihan's still cold voice, "I heard it, come out immediately."

Xia Yihan changed out of her work clothes and chose a grass green dress to wear. She knew that she didn't look good today. Choosing a more lively dress might be able to dilute that feeling. She didn't want to give people a bad mood.

Ye Mo walked up and wrapped his arms around Xia Yihan's waist, causing her entire body to stiffen.

"We're going to make them happy for the first time, aren't we?" When his voice fell in her ears, her body couldn't help but slightly tremble.

She did not contradict him, nor did she ask him to let go.