Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1919

The night was beautiful. Looking down from the top the building, it was even more magnificent.

Monica stood in front of the window. In the dark of the night, looking at the city, everything was blurred, like a dream.

Stinson was holding a glass of red wine and sitting on the sofa with his long legs folded. His rare leisure time made him look lazy and elegant.

He seemed to be tasting the wine, but his gaze was always on the woman standing in front of him who was enjoying the view.

Ever since he had known this woman, he realized that her life was very simple, not like other women who were much complicated. Monica turned around and met the man's gaze. She flushed her face and asked him intentionally: "What are you looking at?" "You?" The man answered simply.

"I have nothing to see." Monica pretended not to care, but her heart jumped.

Being stared at like a wolf like this, she was still a little unnatural, thus her breath tightened.

"Of course you have. Otherwise, why have you kept squinting my eyes?" The man's voice deepened and he blamed her on her.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's you ..." Monica immediately reacted.

Seeing that she was embarrassed, Stinson looked at her shy face. He put down his wine glass and slowly approached her, pretending not to know: "What am I?"

"I can't let my eyes grow on you? Don't think you can be unreasonable when you're handsome." Knowing that he did not understand, Monica wanted to argue with him.

"I just don't want to make sense to you. I like you for no reason, so why should I say so clearly?" Stinson stood in front of her, his gaze staring at her from the top down:, Do you still have contact with Marshall?

Monica shook her whole body and immediately nodded, "Yes, he is my friend."

"He considered you not just a friend to him. I hope you can draw the line." The last time she saw Don Stephenson in her office, Stinson was still jealous at present.

"Of course I'm clear." Monica replied firmly.

"If he confessed to you, would you reject him? If you refused, you might not be able to make friends with him." Stinson was still worried that her willpower was not strong enough, so he had to explain it to her. "Marshall is not such a stingy person, Stinson. I know that there are no simple friendships among adults, but I can't just wipe out the help he used to me because I'm in love with you. I hope I can repay him." Monica lowered her head and said softly.

Stinson's eyes were slightly surprised. Then, he raised his thin lips and pinched her face: "Don't worry, I'll repay him with you, but in the name of a friend."

Monica looked up at him. When she saw the affection in his eyes, her atrium trembled and he bit her lips and nodded.

At this very moment, the waiter started to serve, and Stinson held her hand and sat down.

The candlelight on the table reflected Monica's crimson cheeks.

Stinson thought that his self-control was good, but at this moment, he realized that the woman around him was more attractive to him than the deliciousness of a table. What he wanted to compensate was her.

Monica did not know that the man around her was thinking about her. She had been busy with her work for a day and was really hungry now. At this moment, the man reached out and placed a piece of beef her plate.

Monica whispered a thank you, and ate the beef.

"Seeing that your brows are frowning, did you have any troubles? Looking at her, Stinson found out that she had been unable to open her mind and had been worried about something since she got into the

car.

Monica sighed, "I feel like I'm out of inspiration and I can't draw what I want."

When he heard this, he could not help but laugh out loud. She turned out to be annoying this matter and thought that it had something to do with him.

"What are you laughing about? I'm serious. Our designer is based on inspiration. I don't know what happened. I've been so swelled recently that I can't think of a place to work." Monica took out a deep breath. "Because of me. I have occupied your heart and your brain, so, how can you think about these?" Stinson said extremely proudly.

"Speaking of that, it's really because of you that you disrupted my original single life. You made me focus on defending you every day." Monica complained against him.

"Defending me?" The man was inexplicably shocked, his handsome face was miserable.

"Of course, I'm preventing you from taking away my kid and have to prevent you from playing tricks on me. Every day, I can't stop you from thinking about work. It's all your fault." Monica pushed him. Stinson laughed loudly. Was his influence on her so great?

"Okay, it's all my fault. How do you want me to compensate you now?" The man asked, with eyes staring at her.

"You have to compensate for my inspiration." Monica stared at him.

Stinson: "..." This is too difficult. Where can he replace inspiration for her? Besides, his work is down to earth, which based on the data, he can never rely on inspiration to make a decision. So, he really didn't know what was there.

Monica was deliberately mad at him. When she could not speak, she laughed.

"You are kidding me?" The man's eyes darkened and he became dangerous.

"Just eat, order so many dishes, but don't waste it." Seeing his dangerous eyes, Monica quickly reached out and put the vegetables into his bowl.

Stinson secretly gritted his teeth. This woman dared to joke with him. Didn't she know that he was amazing? "Since you don't have any inspiration now, then you should just rest for a while and don't want to work anymore."

"No, I'm about to take part in the competition, so I don't have time to rest." Monica immediately shook her head.

"Try your best, don't be too tired. I don't want you to be bothered by the award." Stinson frowned and reminded her in a deep voice.

"Actually, I really want to win." Monica sighed and laughed.

"Why?" Stinson frowned.

"Because of my respected teacher, and also because of myself, for the sake of the company. Everyone has placed hope on me. If I let them down, I will be sad as well." Monica drank a mouth of wine when said this.

"Well, I wish you all the best." Stinson looked at her gently.

"Don't help me, let me fight with my strength." Monica suddenly saw through his eyes, so she whispered.

Stinson's eyes flashed. How did this woman see through his thoughts?