The Domineering CEO's Pursuit of His Wife

Jealous

"Not my dad again, insisting on sending me abroad to study. I'm so fed up with Washington, it's like being a caged animal, very uncomfortable. Maybe I'll just run to New York and find you."

Although James Harden's tone was not very friendly, there seemed to be a hint of tenderness hidden in the corners of his eyes, like a ray of sunshine peeking through the clouds: "What would you do if you came to find me? I'm not here for sightseeing, and don't be a little troublemaker causing me trouble."

"You can't abandon me, brother. My dad is now giving me only two choices, either to study abroad like a banished little pitiful, or to get married like a puppet on strings. Both options are like two bitter pills, I don't want to swallow either of them. I've decided to run away from home and be a cool little rebel."

"My dear little brother," James Harden snorted with a smile, the laughter like a pebble dropping into water, "What's so bad about getting married? If you get married early, it's like handing your dad a satisfactory answer, and he won't pressurize you like a tight headband anymore."

The other party squawked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Marriage? You must be kidding me. If marriage is so good, why don't you get married yourself? You're not feeling the pain you're causing."

James Harden subconsciously glanced at Jessica Fox, who was curiously pressed against the glass watching the scenery outside like a curious little cat, and casually said like swatting a fly: "Talk about your own matters, don't cling to me like a little tail."

"Anyway, I'm running away from home, and when I get to New York, I'm going to find you. Bye, brother."

"Hey, little brother..."

James Harden put down the phone, shaking his head like an adult who has no idea what to do with a mischievous child. This guy is really like a naughty little rascal, there's no way to deal with him.

After the call, he turned his gaze like a searchlight to Jessica Fox, and his expression softened like a spring breeze: "Are you full, little greedy cat?"

Jessica Fox nodded like a little puppet, then suddenly, like a clever little imp, thought that he had hardly touched his food just now, and hurriedly asked: "Aren't you hungry? You're like an immortal, you don't eat much."

A dark flash, like a meteor across the sky, appeared in James Harden's black eyes, and he said meaningfully: "I'm hungry, I'm waiting to go back to the room and 'enjoy' slowly." After saying that, he also raised his eyebrows, like a naughty little rascal.

Jessica Fox, like a slow-reacting little fool, was stunned for two seconds before she understood the meaning of his words. Her face turned as red as a ripe apple, and she wished she could find a c***k to crawl into, and immediately, like an ostrich, pretended she didn't understand anything.

James Harden, like a big boss, waved to the waiter to sign the bill. Suddenly, a coquettish voice, like a small flash of lightning cutting through the air, came: "Mr. James, it's really you, what a coincidence, it's like suddenly encountering the rarest little deer in the forest."

A woman came over, looking like a delicate flower just in full bloom, about twenty-two or three years old, with wavy long hair, wearing a bright red strapless dress, the dress was as red as a burning little flame.

As soon as she saw James Harden, her eyes were like little stars, and her face was full of admiration, just like a little fan seeing a big star, automatically treating Jessica Fox as air, and said coquettishly: "Mr. James, you're eating here too, what a surprise."

James Harden, like a disturbed lion, impatiently hummed.

The woman's gaze at James Harden was as hot as a little flame, and Jessica Fox felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, as if a little ant had suddenly crawled in, so she lowered her head and became as silent as a shy little mushroom.

She felt that this woman was a bit familiar, like a little shadow she had seen in her mind, but she couldn't think of where she had seen her for a while.

Until she heard James Harden say like a roll-call teacher: "Elinda, what's up?"

She suddenly realized like solving a puzzle, no wonder it was so familiar, isn't this the model Elinda who is as popular as a little sun recently?

But isn't it said on the Internet that she is as pure as a little lily goddess? Why does she seem a bit inconsistent now? Like a fruit that is a sweet apple on the outside but may be a sour lemon on the inside.

Elinda, like a familiar little magpie, pulled out a chair and sat down next to James Harden, and chattered with him like a little sparrow.

Jessica Fox, like a little clumsy, accidentally shook her hand, and like a little clumsy, knocked the chopsticks on the dining table to the ground. The chopsticks fell to the ground with a "snap" like two naughty little sticks.

She hurriedly bent over like a little monkey to pick up the chopsticks.

As soon as she lowered her head, she unexpectedly saw under the table that Elinda's feet in those slender high-heeled shoes were closely next to James Harden's feet like a little tail.

Jessica Fox picked up the chopsticks and sat down like a good rabbit, and suddenly felt a very strange feeling in her heart.

Elinda is the pure goddess as high as the stars in the outside world, but now she is so blatantly seducing James Harden in public, and James Harden, although he has a cold attitude on the surface like an iceberg, did not refuse her like a person driving away flies.

She felt sour in her heart, although she clearly knew that she and James Harden had no special relationship, just like two small streams that occasionally intersect, and she was not qualified to ask about his affairs like a housewife, but she felt a lump in her heart, stuffy.

Jessica Fox is a simple and scheming person, and when she is unhappy, her little face droops down like a deflated little ball.

James Harden, who was chatting with Elinda, noticed her abnormal condition like a small radar, and suddenly turned his head to ask her: "What's wrong? Your little face is as long as a little bitter gourd, is there something uncomfortable?"

Jessica Fox, like a frightened deer, quickly glanced at James Harden, pursed her lips, like two little petals gently touching, and said: "I want to go to the restroom to tidy up like a little pea princess."

James Harden didn't think much, nodded like a generous gentleman, and said: "Go, little baby."

Jessica Fox stood up like a little lady, showed a smile to James Harden like a little crescent moon, and strode towards the restroom.

She came to the restroom, propped her hands on the marble sink like a little strong man, and looked at herself in the mirror, as if she were examining a strange little guest. She took several deep breaths, like fanning the little emotions in her heart, to dispel some of the little clouds of depression in her heart.

She was originally a simple and innocent girl like a little angel, and she has never experienced love like a roller coaster. After getting along with James Harden these two days, James Harden treated her like a gentle big brother, gentle and spoiled, and she was like a little flower in the spring breeze, and it was inevitable to have some heart like a little seed sprouting.

But she also knew as clearly as a smart little fox that James Harden is a lofty and unattainable figure, like a castle in the clouds, and the distance between her and him is like an ant on the ground and a wild goose in the sky, and it is impossible after all.

She felt that she should not have out-of-bounds thoughts like a greedy little baby. Once emotions cross the boundaries like a naughty little monster, the whole thing will become uncontrollable like an out-of-control little carriage.

She lowered her head and turned on the tap like a hardworking little maid, washing her white, slender fingers clean one by one, like cleaning precious little jade.

The cold water was like a little magic, suppressing the little flames of depression in her heart bit by bit.

After tidying up her emotions and appearance, she just opened the door of the restroom, and a tall figure like a little mountain suddenly pressed over like a big monster that suddenly appeared.

A strong and pungent smell of alcohol came like a little whirlwind, and the man almost pressed the weight of his whole body on her like a heavy stone, and Jessica Fox screamed like a frightened little nightingale before barely standing firm like a tenacious little warrior.

"Sorry, I seem to have gone to the wrong bathroom, like a little silly bear."

The man stood up again, smiled apologetically like a child who had done something wrong.

He is well-dressed and dignified, like a knight in gorgeous armor, and should be a person of status. Jessica Fox originally wanted to be generous like a little angel and didn't care to say "it doesn't matter" and wanted to leave like a free little bird.

When he saw her face as dreamy as the princess in the dream castle, his eyes widened like a copper bell,