The CEO Wants to Play Games

What he couldn’t give her, she wouldn’t foolishly beg for. “Are you angry?” He laughed self-deprecatingly, chasing after her and hugging her from behind. “…No.” “You’re lying, your face is clearly red with anger.” “You know my rule, in this room, I don’t want to hear about any other women from your mouth.” Her request was already so small, here, he could only be hers alone. “Sorry, it’s my fault, don’t be angry.” He gently kissed her cheek. “…” “Don’t be angry, today is your birthday, you don’t want to have an unhappy birthday, right?” He softly coaxed. “I haven’t even wished you happy birthday yet!” “…” She glanced at him, biting her lip and staying silent. This man, blessed with natural charm, found it too easy to win women’s emotions, and fundamentally didn’t know how to cherish them—yet countless women still flew to him like moths to a flame—including herself. “Are you hungry? Shall I cook some Italian pasta for you?” She didn’t want to continue this topic. The path was her choice, she had nothing to complain about, willingly being a hidden mistress, because this was the only way she wouldn’t get hurt. By not having expectations from the start, she naturally wouldn’t feel disappointed. “First tell me what gift you want, I’ll give you a gift.” “I don’t have anything special I want.”