"No..."
In the presidential suite, the girls silk-like black hair was scattered on the pillow, and her beautiful face was flushed with an unnatural redness. She was waving her hands around in confusion, constantly resisting something.
Elizabeth Bennet was in pain, tears in her eyes, with a constant surge of heat in her body, burning her nerves and making her mind a mess.
She was extremely beautiful, with a pair of misty eyes, showing a style between charming and a bit fresh.
The man chuckled, his voice slightly husky.
"Little girl, you really know how to enjoy yourself."
Elizabeth Bennet was confused by the heat, mumbling some words that she would usually be too shy to say.
The man laughed.
"You know who I am? In the whole of New York, you are the first one who dares to order me like this. Well, for the sake of your face..."
The man carefully traced the eyebrows and eyes of Elizabeth Bennet, his eyes full of deep affection.
He piously left a kiss on her forehead...
The next morning.
Elizabeth Bennet slowly opened her eyes.
Strange room.
Her body ached, and her arms were so sore that she could hardly lift them, as if she had been run over by a car...
What exactly happened?
She went to the bar with her best friend Caroline Bingley, and after drinking the wine handed to her by Caroline, her whole body was burning with heat.
Caroline disappeared somehow, and a group of small gangsters came up, wanting to take liberties with her.
Then, a man fell from the sky and beat up the gangsters, and she, weak and weak, was held in his arms...
The last memory was the mans aggressive eyes.
Elizabeth Bennet struggled to sit up, and for a while, it was hard to accept the reality.
The man who spent the night with her was no longer there, and the luxurious presidential suite was only her.
She was not stupid, that glass of wine must have been tampered with by Caroline, which led to her losing her virginity to a strange man. That man is estimated to be arranged by Caroline, who may be a ruffian in some dark alley...
Thinking of giving her precious first time to such a man, Elizabeth Bennet felt disgusted from the bottom of her heart.
The most important thing is, how can she be worthy of Charles Bingley?
Its almost their engagement ceremony, but she...
Elizabeth Bennet clenched her fist and slammed it on the bed, tears gradually filling her eyes.
No matter how strong a person is, when suddenly encountering this situation, the spirit will be crushed.
*
William Darcy walked into the bathroom, and the hot water poured on his body, letting out a satisfied sigh.
In his mind, it was still the coquettish appearance of that girl, and the corners of his mouth were unconsciously stained with a smile.
Thinking like this, William Darcys eyes darkened again, and he turned on the cold water.
The girls body was already unbearable, and he could only wrong himself.
William Darcy rubbed his eyebrows, thinking of his niece Caroline Bingley, feeling a headache.
His sister died early, and he raised Caroline Bingley by himself.
Accidentally spoiled too much, she was raised to be unruly, and even the matter of drugging her best friend was done.
William Darcy was fortunate that he arrived in time and did not make a big mistake.
Originally, he was going to send the girl named Elizabeth Bennet to the hospital for gastric lavage, but when he saw her face, William Darcy smiled.
This must be a gift from God.
The girls beautiful facial features, a trace of resentment between her eyebrows, looked very much like her...
William Darcy stopped his men who were going to send her to the hospital and went to the hotel to open a presidential suite.
He wanted to personally relieve her of the drug effect.
Fortunately, the girl was very cooperative, and her taste was very sweet.
William Darcy turned off the shower head, pulled a towel around his waist, and exposed eight attractive abdominal muscles, and the mermaid line was looming.
He just stepped out of the bathroom and heard a faint cry in the room.
*
Elizabeth Bennet was crying hard when she vaguely felt someone standing in front of her, pinching her chin, forcing her to raise her head.
At a glance, Elizabeth Bennet was stunned.
This is definitely the most handsome man she has ever seen.
A height of nearly one meter nine, perfect and flawless facial features, deep eyes, exuding a dignified temperament that is not angry and self-respecting.
It was only a moment of surprise, and then Elizabeth Bennet began to despise herself again.
What does it matter if he is handsome? The person she likes is only Charles Bingley.
The man frowned, puzzled.
"What are you crying for?"
Elizabeth Bennet was not completely without memory of last night, and it was because she remembered that she felt even more ashamed.
Her face turned red, she broke free from William Darcy, picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it at him.
"How can you... how can you be so despicable?"
The soft attack was easily resolved by the man, William Darcy easily caught the pillow and threw it aside.
He chuckled, "Despicable? Miss, I saved you from the hands of those gangsters last night. If it werent for me, you would have been at their mercy."
He was telling the truth.
Elizabeth Bennet was stunned, and a sense of grievance spread in her heart.
"What are you crying about, huh?"
He unconsciously said the classic sentence of "tyrant president".
William Darcy coaxed patiently: "You are now my woman, say it, I will solve it."
Elizabeth Bennet stared at him with red eyes and finally opened up in a hoarse voice.
"Who is your woman?"
If she hadnt been drugged, she wouldnt want to have anything to do with a man other than Charles Bingley, would she?
She closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down.
The most urgent task is to suppress this matter and not let anyone know, especially Caroline Bingley and Charles Bingley!
Elizabeth Bennet pretended to be calm: "What happened last night, I will treat it as if it never happened. Please dont tell anyone, if you want money -"
She thought of the poor number on her bank card and gritted her teeth.
"As long as it is within my power, I can give it to you."
William Darcy was almost laughed.
For the first time in his life, someone wanted to give him a hush money! Someone tried to use money to shut him up?
He said unreasonably: "I dont want money."
A joke, would William Darcy be short of money?
His eyes, as sharp as an eagle, stared at Elizabeth Bennet.
"I just want you."
Elizabeth Bennet refused without thinking.
"Impossible, I already have a boyfriend, please be self-respecting!"
"Self-respect?"
William Darcy smiled slowly, and people who were familiar with him knew that this was a very dangerous omen.
He took out his mobile phone with half-closed eyes and dialed a number.
"New York Media? Yeah, all the front pages are reserved for me."
"What to publish?"
William Darcys playful eyes swept over Elizabeth Bennet and said slowly.
"Im engaged, and my fiancées name is Elizabeth, Bennet."