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

CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win Chapter 195

Chapter 195

Finley felt it a great honor to control Bryan’s wallet.

Finley played with the wallet for a while. Then, she pulled Bryan over and put the wallet back into his pocket

“I love money but will earn it in my way. I just felt it was a waste of your money that that driver got paid but didn’t offer service. You give me the money and tell me to go home with you. It is different. from that you give me ten million. Do you understand?”

Finley made a long speech.

Bryan answered, “No.”

This woman was like a book, which this man would never be able to digest,

“What a waste of my time! Let’s go. I will treat you today.”

Finley strode forward. Harry appeared in the car over and stopped by the couple.

In the car, Bryan sat next to Finley. He held her little hand again.

Finley felt complex when her hand was wrapped in his warm palm.

The air became sweet.

“Why do you like to hold my hand?” Finley asked with a smile.

“We are husband and wife.”

“Do husband and wife have to hold hands all the time?” Finley asked again.

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Finley’s hand was shaken off mercilessly.

Bryan leaned lazily against the backrest and looked out of the window. His expression became indifferent again.

“I’m joking.” Finley moved over with a smile, stuck to Bryan, and held him by the arm.

The fragrance of gardenia from the girl was charming.

Bryan relaxed his knitted brows gradually, pulled Finley in his arms, and said, “Keep pretending.”

Finley raised her eyebrows and did not take his words seriously.

No matter how pretentious she was, did he still fall in love with her? Hahaha.

The couple went back to the mansion.

All the clothes fitting Finley in size had been delivered to the mansion.

The servants pushed several moving hangers to Finley and said, “Mrs. Turner, these are the clothes that Mr. Turner bought for you.”

Finley looked at these clothes and swallowed. “Too many for me to wear. I can wear one new dress every day in the coming year

“Dump them if you don’t like them.” Bryan was reading a pet magazine on the sofa.

Recently, he thought of keeping a pet dog.

Bryan still remembered that the Keith family had tortured the dog Finley had kept for years to death.

Finely had said so on their first meeting.

She must like dogs.

“Is it a waste? Forget it. Please put them in the cloakroom. There is time.”

These dresses came from a top brand. Finley was reluctant to dump them.

Harry, who came over with coffee, kindly reminded Finley, “Mrs. Turner, the clothes serve people. As the wife of the president of the Turner Group, you had better wear the latest design all the time. Otherwise, people will laugh at Mr. Turner.

Finley was speechless.

How tiring to marry into a top wealthy family!

There was a rule about clothes.

“Keep them. I may donate some to charity if they are out of fashion.”

“Okay, Mrs. Turner.

The servants put all the clothes into the cloakroom.

Finley walked to Bryan and sat down beside him. “Why are you reading the pet magazine?”

Did Bryan just read magazines about economics, perfume, and business management?

“If you want to keep a dog. What kind of dog do you like?” Bryan finished the reading carefully and then threw the magazine to Finley