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

CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win Chapter 125

Finley thought that Bryan would say something affectionate.

She was mentally prepared to wipe her tears of love.

“What’s wrong?”

“Close the door,” Bryan said in a low voice. His voice was hoarse. Perhaps, the sickness was the

reason.

“Okay,” Finley replied with disappointment.

What a waste of her preparation!

Finley obediently closed the door for Bryan and then left to prepare the potion.

Harry brought pills back, so Bryan took some of them first.

It cost Finley more than an hour to cook the potion. Bryan would have to drink it after dinner.

A servant sent the dinner to Bryan, but Bryan didn’t have a good appetite.

Finley went back to Bryan’s bedroom with the potion she had cooked herself.

She took the bowl of warm potion from the tray and handed it to Bryan.

Bryan glanced at the black liquid, and his expression became bad.

“You can drink it now. It won’t taste bitter since it is warm,” Finley soothed Bryan after noticing that he didn’t like the bitter flavor.

“Put the bowl on the table. I’ll drink later.” Bryan still focused on his work on the computer. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Finley saw through Bryan and said, “You think you can recover after taking the pills, don’t you? The problem is in your stomach. It will take a long time to recover.”

“Stop nagging. Get out.” Bryan frowned. He didn’t like the nagging voice.

“This bitter potion will be good for your health, and so will my advice. I did so for your sake.” Finley became stubborn.

She didn’t want to waste the medicine she had cooked for more than one hour.

Bryan didn’t shift his gaze away from the computer. He didn’t even spare one glance at the bowl of

potion.

Finley put the bowl on the nightstand, turned around, and went out. After a while, she reappeared in

the room.

She had two piece of candy in her hand.

The candy had colorful paper outside and were of two different flavors.

Whenever Finley wanted to cry, she would stuff one piece of candy into her mouth.

“Be good. After drinking this potion, I’ll give you two pieces of candy. They are sweet.” Finley had the candy on her fair palm while her eyes sparkled.

It was rare for her to be so gentle.

However, she sounded like she was coaxing a child.

This trick worked for Bryan.

As a man, he didn’t want to be laughed at for dreading the potion.

Bryan picked up the bowl and gulped the potion down.

The bitter taste filled his mouth, and Bryan felt bad in his stomach.

He wanted to vomit.

Finley immediately peeled off one piece of candy and quickly stuffed it into his mouth. The candy melted and temporarily suppressed the bitterness, so Bryan didn’t throw up. Finley heaved a sigh of relief like a mother. “You don’t like bitterness, do you?”

“Yes.” Bryan nodded.

“May I ask why?”

Bryan fell silent, and what had happened flashed back to his mind.

Gradually, the bitterness surged up from the bottom of his heart. It was as bitter as this potion.

When Bryan was hesitant, Finley changed the subject.

Everyone had his past and secrets. If Bryan didn’t want to share his, Finley wouldn’t ask.

“Oh, tomorrow is Monday. I haven’t finished my homework yet. Good night.”

Finley went out with the empty bowl in her hand.

Bryan pulled Finley into his arms by her wrist.

Finley’s heart was close to his chest, and it kept beating wildly.

What … was he doing?

“I’ll try.”

Bryan’s voice was as pleasant as the sound of a cello.

“Try what?”