Seducing the Cold CEO for My Company Chapter 13

On the way home, he rode the motorcycle, slowly enjoying the evening breeze.

I hugged his waist, burying my face in his embrace.

The clear young voice came: "Diana Parker."

"What?"

After a long silence, I pinched his waist, threatening: "Speak quickly."

He hesitated, finally opening his mouth carefully: "Did you like me because you couldn't get my brother?"

His voice was muffled, carrying grievance: "I don't want to be your second choice."

I wanted to tease him, so I didn't speak.

He suddenly thought of something, his face showing panic, his clear voice suppressing anger: "Diana Parker, I look seventy percent like my brother. You're not using me as his substitute, are you?"

I laughed out loud.

He continued: "In novels, when he comes back, I have to step aside."

"There's an internet saying: when he appears, everyone else fades into insignificance."

I immediately said: "I really like you. I only like you."

If I didn't speak now, the young man would imagine all sorts of things.

I hadn't expected he could imagine so much.