Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 346 You Don’t Touch That Woman

Chapter 346: Chapter 346 You Don’t Touch That Woman

Bobby was born when Ellen was in a coma, and it took two years for her to recover.

She used to have no desire to live. Today, she could live a normal life.

Kenyon waited for a long time.

Now, he thought that he had to make her change her opinion of him.

It couldn’t just be a dependence between friends.

Kenyon’s eyes were very clean, which made Ellen feel ashamed of herself.

Her life couldn’t be better.

But Kenyon was different. He still had a very brilliant life to go on.

Ellen took a deep breath and said, "Kenyon, I’ve troubled you too much. I..."

"Later. You will catch a cold if you don’t dry your hair immediately."

Kenyon did not want to hear her say anything else, so he tactfully went around and blew her hair.

He knew that the wall between them was hard enough to break.

What he wanted to do was to stop her from being afraid of loving others or being loved.

Although the process would be very difficult, he was willing to do so for her.

Ellen did not say anything.

They stood in front of the mirror. Ellen subconsciously stared at it.

She suddenly realized that Kenyon was so tall that he was more than a head taller than her.

He usually wore a shirt, which always made people feel that he was thin.

When he went back to the hotel to take a shower, he put on a white t-shirt that was tightly attached to him. When he raised his hand, he could see the tight waistline and the abs.

He looked thin when he was dressed, but he was muscular.

It was unknown if Ellen’s face had been blown by the hairdryer. It was hot and suffused with a red glow, making her look even more beautiful.

After drying her hair, Kenyon was still reluctant to let go of her hair. He looked at the mirror and said in a clear and mellow voice, "Ellen, you know that you will never be a trouble for me."

Ellen was stunned for a moment.

She had heard such promises many times.

However, only the promise from Kenyon warmed her heart up.

He always used a soft and silent way to cure her.

After Kenyon finished speaking, he put down the hairdryer and turned to leave.

"Let’s go and check Bobby."

He moved very quickly as if he was afraid to hear Ellen say some words to refuse.

Kenyon was always mature and calm.

Seeing him make a rare childish move, Ellen couldn’t help but have a few tears in her eyes.

The room was a luxurious double suite, and the two rooms were connected.

Kenyon pushed open the door and saw that Bobby had already fallen asleep on the bed.

He slightly turned to let Ellen in.

Then he left, leaving them some space.

The room was lit with a small light, and Bobby’s small face was still outstanding in the faint light.

He had long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.

When he closed his eyes, he looked so like that man.

Ellen got closer, and it was only at this time that she could take a look and touch him.

Because Bobby’s heart was not good, his lips were not as red as children of the same age, and they were slightly purple.

Ellen’s heart was clenched. All kinds of unspeakable emotions were unable to bear.

The hand she stretched out shrunk back several times.

Suddenly, Bobby’s tender little hand seemed to have telepathy as it grabbed one of Ellen’s fingers.

It was as tight as when he had just been born.

His lips moved slightly as he muttered, "Mommy."

Immediately, Ellen seemed to have been hit by an electric current, and her heart suddenly tightened.

The tears in her eyes could no longer hold back and fell on her arms one by one.

She controlled her breathing and muttered in her heart.

"I’m sorry."

"I’m sorry, baby. Mom has done a lot of wrong things."

When Kenyon came in, Ellen curled up her legs and slept beside Bobby. She fell asleep.

Her fingers were still tightly clenched by Bobby’s small hands, and her eyelashes were wet. Seeing this made Kenyon feel a little stifled in his heart.

He knew that Ellen was far from being as ruthless as she was. The softness in her heart would only be released when there was no one else.

She lived in a more painful way than anyone else, and she was also more tired than anyone else.

Kenyon did not wake her up, so he took out a thin blanket and put it on her, then tucked Bobby in as well.

...

When Kenyon came out, he saw Ellen’s phone on silent on the table bouncing.

It displayed an unfamiliar number.

It was calling over and over again.

Kenyon raised his eyebrows slightly. He knew who this person was.

He picked up his phone and pressed the answer button. The man’s crazy voice came from the other side.

"Ellen, come out. Let me tell you..."

"She’s asleep."

Kenyon interrupted him.

There was no sound from the other side. After a while, he heard the man’s heavy breath.

"Let Ellen answer the phone!"

He gritted his teeth.

"Don’t you understand? She’s asleep. If you have something to say, please tell me. I can help you pass on the message," Kenyon said calmly.

The sound of teeth colliding could be heard from the other side.

"Who are you?

"Who the fuck are you?"

Before Kenyon replied, Jamie had already said in a violent manner, "I don’t care who you are. I warn you, don’t touch that woman. Hurry up and get out. Otherwise, I’ll cripple you!"

Kenyon’s voice was clear and moist. He said lightly, "Do you still think that you are the old Mr. McBride? Can you be as powerful as before in New York?"

In the past five years, the McBride Group had been severely shrinking.

It was the miracle he created in less than three years, but many of his businesses had been abandoned because of his decline.

But even if it was not for as good as before, Jamie was still in the top ten on the rich list in New York.

Not anyone could provoke him.

His hostility rose sharply, and he said in a low voice, "Who exactly are you?"

"It doesn’t matter who I am. You just need to remember that you will never be with her," Kenyon said with a smile.

To the current Jamie, these words were like killing him.

He could not bear to hear others remind him over and over again that there was no place for him next to Ellen.

Then, he would snatch it. In short, he could not let her go!

However, Kenyon’s next sentence made him feel like he had been struck by a giant hammer.

Kenyon said, "As long as you don’t lose your memory, you should know that you are not worthy."

Kenyon was reminding him that their unbearable past would never be written off.

Kenyon did not want to talk with him and hung up the phone.

He did not erase the call record.

He would not lie to Ellen. He would admit what he had done.

After thinking for a while, Kenyon made another call.

After the call was connected, he said, "Sean, I live in Consuela Hotel. I don’t want to be disturbed."

After giving the order, he looked at the dark night outside, and a chill rose in his eyes.

Downstairs.

Jack reported with a depressed face, "Mr. McBride, the boss of Consuela Hotel said that the privacy of the guests can not be disclosed."

Jamie’s heart was filled with fire. His eyes were cold. "Before dawn, I want to see the contract to buy Consuela Hotel."