CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win Chapter 74

Finley put the needles into her acupuncture points to the efficacy.

It took Finley more than three hours to recover.

Calming down, Finley crawled out of the bathtub and wrapped herself in a bathrobe.

The wounds on her wrists and ankles were swollen terribly from the long-time soak.

Finley ignored the pain and limped out of the bathroom.

It was quiet in the spacious bedroom, and there was no sign of Bryan.

Finley slapped her forehead hard and said, “Oh, he must be mad at me for my refusal. Finley, you lost a good chance to sleep with Bryan.” D

Knock!

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Finley slowly moved to the door and opened it.

Kate stood outside the door with a phone in her hand. “Mrs. Turner, is this your mobile phone? Miss Bearsley sent it here in the afternoon. She wants you to give her a call after you come home. Her phone number is in your mobile phone.”

“Oh, okay.” Finley took the phone and nodded.

Kate Looked at the wounds on Finley’s hands and ankles and asked with curiosity, “Your wounds…”

“I am fine. There was an accident. Where’s Bryan?”

“Mr. Turner left angrily. He is inexperienced, so be patient, please. Based on my personal experience, it takes time to reach a harmonious situation.”

Finley blushed immediately.

Kate let her imagination run wild, but Finley and Bryan had done nothing.

Finley found it difficult to explain the problem to Kate because it would bring shame to Bryan in the end.

“Got you. I will comfort him. I did lose my temper tonight. I should have been more considerate to him,” Finley said with a smile.

“Mrs. Turner, please bring Mr. Turner back. No feud between husband and wife should last

overnight.”

Kate went downstairs with a smile.

Finley rushed back to her room with her phone, closed the door, and threw herself into bed. There, she called Bryan.

“Sorry, the number you dialed is busy.”

It was late at night. Whom was Bryan talking to? Could it be Calvin?

No way!

Finley made another call anxiously, but Bryan was till on the phone.

About half an hour later, Finiey called a third time and got the same prompt.

Therefore, Bryan wasn’t on the phone, but Finley was the blacklist.

Damn! How bad!

Finley turned on her computer in the room, tracked Bryan’s phone number, and found the position.

Bryan was in a good Michelin restaurant.

Did he go there for some snacks? At this late hour?

Finley quickly turned off the computer, put on some clothes that could cover her wounds, and left the mansion in a hurry.

Finley walked into the restaurant.

It was late, so the only table occupied was on the balcony on the second floor.

Finley saw Bryan leaning languidly against one chair. He looked lonely and cold with one glass of red wine in his hand.

Opposite Bryan sat Calvin in a brown shirt and Daphne Carter, the female celebrity.

Daphne wore an inky-blue dress tonight. Her hair was of an old style. It seemed that she had just hurried over from some shooting site.

The little group ate and chatted happily.

Daphne raised her glass and clinked it with Bryan. “Mr. Turner, why are you so low today? Didn’t you say that you wanted to treat me to some snacks? I can’t eat for that attitude.”

Bryan raised his glass expressionlessly and gulped down his red wine. “Good news! It’s not good for a female celebrity to be too fat.”