Geraldine shuddered at the thought of being targeted. "Well, do you want to consider coming to me?" In the office, the man spoke directly. "What do you mean?" She asked.
Looking at the student girl in front of him, he picked up a strand of black hair and played with it in his hand.
"What do you mean by being with me."
"Impossible."
Geraldine did not want to say no.
It was not that she didn't like this man, nor didn't want to be with him, it was that she really couldn't imagine being with him.
His face gradually cooled down: "Being my woman, not only does Ethan respect you as an elder, but these bad people also wouldn't bother you. Isn't it good enough?"
Men have a limit to their patience.
He spent almost all his time and energy with her, but she still refused again and again, which made him feel that this woman was a little ignorant.
"You are noble and good-looking. There are many women who want to be Mrs. Brown. I am not one or them."
