Love You Enough to Leave You
Chapter 295

Chapter 295 Agreeing To Be His Girlfriend

"M-Mr. Hisson, it's late, so I need to go." Her heart was beating so fast that all she wanted was to flee the scene.

Derrick grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the wall in an imposing manner. His face inched nearer to hers as he asked softly, "Tell me. Don't you like me at all?"

Upon meeting Derrick's mesmerizing eyes, Tiffany felt her throat go dry. She swallowed subconsciously.

Pleased by her reaction, Derrick ran his right thumb across her cheek tenderly. "You do like me, huh? Why won't you accept me, then? You promised to give me a chance, but you keep going back on your word. I don't trust you at all. That's why you won't get to leave this city. What if you disappear into thin air? I won't take that risk unless you agree to my condition."

Tiffany blinked at him in confusion.

"I'll let you leave if you agree to be my girlfriend," Derrick stated his condition. Like a sly fox, he had everything under his control. He was determined to make Tiffany his, and she would be his wife. After spending three years to court Tiffany, there was no way he'd let her leave this easily.

Tiffany blinked again, for she couldn't catch up to him.

"Be my girlfriend, and I'll help you keep your secret," Derrick announced with a playful smirk.

"What do you know?" Tiffany glanced at him warily.

"I know everything about you. You are leaving this city out of a sudden because of Amelia Winters. I heard her divorce with Oscar Clinton had been finalized," Derrick revealed confidently.

Tiffany's expression changed drastically as hostility flashed across her gaze. Her initial shyness was long gone.

"Mr. Hisson, what do you want? If you dare lay a hand on Amelia, I'll make sure you pay for your actions!" she hissed.

Derrick chuckled. Ruffling her fringe, he remarked, "Tiff, don't you realize you care for Amelia more than you care for me? If I weren't sure about your sex, I would've thought that you're madly in love with Amelia."

Tiffany froze in an awkward manner.

She shot him an indignant look and declared, "Nonsense! Amelia and I are innocent. We're merely friends!"

Derrick guffawed out loud as his mood further improved.

"Tiff, do you know how adorable you look? I wish I could give you a kiss." He was rather lavished with praises on her.

Nevertheless, Tiffany tensed up at his words.

Derrick was a sly fox. Since he mentioned Amelia's divorce, it wasn't just an offhand remark. Clearly, he'd do something about it. Thus, Tiffany had to keep her guard up to deal with any sudden situations. "Don't furrow your brows. You look like an old lady," said Derrick as he massaged her forehead.

"Mr. Hisson, what exactly do you want? How did you replace out about Amelia's divorce?" Tiffany took two steps back and asked with a voice of forced calmness.

"I know everything about you." Derrick wasn't about to keep it a secret from her. "Having a few sleeves up my trick to pursue a beautiful lady is allowed."

"You had me followed?" Tiffany demanded angrily.

"Not really. I hired a private investigator to replace out about your private life and discovered Amelia's divorce," came Derrick's reply.

A wave of fury crashed through Tiffany when she heard that. Suddenly, it occurred to her that Derrick was a dangerous man. He forced her to a corner and didn't bother hiding his possessiveness. She couldn't imagine how life would be like living with someone like him. If he were to keep an eye on her daily life, it would feel like she was a prisoner. That was unacceptable!

"Mr. Hisson, either you've gone nuts, or my ears must've played tricks on me. I need to calm down and consider whether I'll continue working with your company. A superior who spies on his employees is rather undesirable." Tiffany gave him a curt wave as she scurried to the door hastily.

Derrick's expression changed abruptly.

"Listen, Tiff. It's not what you think," he implored in a low voice.

"I know what I saw! You're a whack! Even Oscar isn't as perverted as you are. I can't believe I wasted time wondering if I should accept you. Let me tell you this-I won't accept a pervert who had me tailed!" Tiffany glowered at him and screamed.

Instead of getting mad, Derrick yanked her into his arms and said, "You're stubborn and difficult. I had to replace excuses to make you come to the company. When I visited you at home, you pretended you weren' home. As I missed you a lot, I had no choice but to ask someone to take a few pictures of you. I found out about Amelia by pure coincidence. She kept appearing in your neighborhood, and I was afraid she ran into some trouble that rendered you helpless and worried. Thus, I asked someone to check it out. I thought I could help you in secret if it's a complex matter. I can't believe you called me a pervert. That's upsetting."

Tiffany froze, forgetting that she was in Derrick's arms.

Planting a kiss on her cheek, Derrick asked tenderly, "Tiff, will you be my girlfriend? I've been courting you for three whole years. A stone would've melted under my warmth. Please say yes? If you say yes, I'll help you keep it a secret from the Clintons and cover up for you. Otherwise, the Clintons are capable enough of replaceing you no matter where you go."

Tiffany mulled over it.

Indeed, the Clintons could use their connections to replace them. They will replace us one day. When that day comes, they'll resort to unscrupulous means to get Tony back. If...

She stared at Derrick thoughtfully. If Derrick is willing to help us, perhaps we can confront the Clinton family. But isn't making use of him a despicable action?

As though he could sense her thought, Derrick pinched her nose playfully and quipped, "I don't mind you using me."

Tiffany felt her cheeks burning at his words. She gave his chest a light shove and said, "Stay away from me. I can't think properly when you're right next to me." I don't want to fall for your trap and sign some unfair agreement.

Of course, she didn't say the last sentence out loud.

Derrick released her obediently. He wanted to charge ahead at full force but was afraid he'd scare her away with his overbearing manner. Thus, he treated her as a boiling frog and used three years to make her develop feelings for him. When she had gotten used to his presence, she would never get away from him.

Clearly, Derrick was a very experienced player. Back then, women used to flock around him, so all he had to do was to enjoy their advances. This was the first time he had to plan that long to win a woman's heart.

If they ended up dating, he'd definitely be a great boyfriend to her. If they get married in the future, he'd be a trophy husband, too. As he was devoted to her, Tiffany would be happy with him.

Tiffany took a step back and waited until she came back to her senses. After a brief consideration, she said, "Mr. Hisson, if I say yes, will you protect Amelia for real?"

Derrick teased her deliberately, "I thought you'd agree willingly. Instead, you have a condition."

Frowning, Tiffany stated firmly, "Mr. Hisson, if you think my request is too much, forget it. I'll take my leave." With that, she spun on her heels and made to leave.

Derrick took her hand hastily and said, "Did I say anything? You're seriously stubborn. It's like riding a rollercoaster whenever I'm with you." He was staring at her with an expression halfway between exasperated and indulgent.

"If you think I'm difficult to please, then stay away from me," Tiffany whined, her lips pouted up in displeasure.

Derrick chuckled.

"You're still mine no matter how difficult you are. Be my girlfriend, all right?"

Tiffany fell silent. After thinking over it, she nodded reluctantly.

Surprise appeared in Derrick's gaze. He immediately flung his arms around her and asked earnestly, "Tiff, was that a yes?"

"If you don't believe me, I'll leave now."

There was no way Derrick would let her leave easily. He pushed her to the wall and covered her lips in a fervent kiss. Urging her lips to part, he plunged his tongue into her mouth forcibly. They were soon immersed in a long, passionate kiss.

Tiffany had no idea a kiss could be this exciting. Her mind went blank as she enjoyed Derrick's kiss.

It wasn't time yet, and they were in his office. Otherwise, Derrick would've done the deed then and there. As it had taken him a lot of effort to get Tiffany, he didn't want to jump on her abruptly.

If they were to make love, he'd choose a well-lit place with the perfect environment. He wanted Tiffany to feel the throes of unparalleled pleasure and passion.

When Tiffany was barely gasping for air, Derrick released her and pressed his forehead to hers. "Tiff, you're mine now," he drawled sexily.

Tiffany knew her cheeks must be crimson red right now. Feeling shy, she dared not meet his gaze and mumbled, "That's right." She then pushed Derrick away and fled the scene hastily.

As the door shut behind her, Derrick busted out in a burst of merry laughter.

My woman is indeed cute.

Tiffany took the elevator downstairs. Her cheeks were still heated after she exited the building. Looking up at the building, she suddenly felt a sense of warmth for it. I can't believe I just agreed to be Derrick's girlfriend!

Perhaps Amelia's suffering had changed her mind. Instead of avoiding the matter, it would be better if she agreed to give it a shot to date Derrick. Back in his office, she couldn't lie to herself and claim she felt nothing for him. Her feelings for him were deeper than she had expected.

Derrick Hisson, I have decided to be your girlfriend. I hope you're serious about our relationship, or I'll make sure we will never meet again.

That was what Tiffany thought as she stared at the building silently.

She was elated to be Derrick's girlfriend and could barely hide the grin on her lips.