Chapter 171 I don''t want to be your tool


    Alisa is standing here embarrassed and wants to find an excuse to go away.


    Sam pushes Vivian away, he grabs Alisa. He gently puts his arm around Alisa''s shoulder and hugs her.


    Naturally, Sam and Alisa stand opposite Vivian.


    Vivian is shocked by the sudden change. She suddenly feels panic. This time, she is afraid Sam''s heart


    will nevere back.


    "Alisa, don''t go. You''re right here. Let''s make it clear."


    He gives her a gentle look, and looks to Vivian.


    "Vivian, it''s hard for me to imagine that you used that method to deal with Alisa. You know how


    important Alisa is to me. You almost killed her. I am really afraid to marry a woman who is like a


    scheming bitch and who ys tricks on me. "


    His cold words refuse her deeply.


    "Sam, do you really want to be so heartless?" Vivian''s eyes are sad, and tears flowed down.


    She tries to control herself, but grief and despair continues to flood her.


    She does this to Alisa because she is afraid that Alisa will take her man.


    She can''t think of this excessive care, in exchange for Sam''s deep contempt.


    "Well, Vivian, I believe there are more men than me."Sam whispers.


    "But I only love you, I only love you..." Vivian says over and over again.


    Although she knows what she has said and cannot change it, she still speaks her mind mechanically.


    "Sorry, Vivian, Alisa and I have decided to get married next month!"


    "You, you are so fast..."


    When Vivian is struck by lightning, thest light of hope in her heart goest out.


    Watching Vivian stagger away, Alisa feels a deep sense of guilt that she feels like she has robbed


    someone else.


    "Sam, it''s my fault that my intervention led to your breaking up..."


    Alisa says softly, and Sam quickly covers her mouth, "Alisa, don''t think so! I''m not suitable for her. I like


    Alisa..."


    Alisa raises her face, her eyshes are still stained with tears, and the whole person isughing


    happily.


    "Sam, I''m so happy!"


    After a whole day in the romantic house, Alisa looks at the sea in the distance. The setting sun sinks


    slowly, and everything is beautiful and warm. With the fragrance of the wind, blowing slowly, let her


    mood slowly be bright.


    Sam brings two sses of lemon juice to Alisa''s hand.


    "Come on, lemonade can relieve the tension..."


    Alisa is deeply moved by Sam''s tenderness and thoughtfulness. "Sam, it''s good to be with you, or I


    really don''t know what to do!"


    "Alisa, you''re going to be my wife. This is all I should do."Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    Sam is holding Alisa''s shoulder and enjoying the beautiful scenery of sunset together. Sam gently


    caresses Alisa''s long smooth hair and whispers, "We''re going to stay together until we get old and


    watch the sunrise and sunset together every day..."


    Alisa turns her head and plunges into Sam''s arms. She is full of happiness.


    It must be the best thing in life to be old with Sam.


    It''s getting dark. Sam cooks for Alisa himself.


    Romantic room lights up warm lights, in the night, like a happy house in fairy tales.


    Far away, a ck Rolls Royce is hidden in the dark. The interior lights are off, and only a faint star


    lights shone on Davis''s well-defined face.


    "Young master, do you want to rush in and rescue Alisa?"


    They have been here for a long time. Jordan can''t bear it. Looking at Davis''s bleak eyes, he can''t even


    look at himself.


    This Alisa is so foolish. The young master is so sincere to her that she doesn''t feel it at all.


    Davis says coldly, "You speak too much!"


    Jordan doesn''t say a word. Davis takes out his cell phone and a deep voicees from it.


    "Davis, what''s up?"


    "I don''t want to see Alisa spend the night with Sam."


    "Davis, don''t worry, they won''t be together for long."


    "Are you sure?"


    "I''m quite sure that I understand my own daughter."


    Davis sneers. "You''re not a qualified father at all, but it''s none of my business. I just want to see what I


    want."


    Davis hangs up his cell phone for a long time and whispers to Jordan, "Go back!"


    In the romantic house, Sam is busy cutting vegetables and cleaning ribs in the kitchen, surrounded by


    an apron. For his beloved woman, he would rather wash his hands to make soup.


    Alisa runs around after him with her hands free. She always wants to help, but Sam pushes her out.


    "There is a lot ofmpck in the kitchen. It''s not suitable for women. It''s not good for the skin after


    staying for a long time. I don''t want my bride to get dirty in the smoke..." Her gentle eyes and spoiled


    words move Alisa very much.


    Suddenly, she thinks of another cruel look, and secretly feels d to meet a good man like Sam. She


    must love him well and never let him down.


    The steaming sweet and sour spareribs are served, and there is a chicken and corn mushroom soup,


    braised prawns.


    In the small dining room, full of the smell of food, Alisa sucks her fingers and thumbs up.


    "I can''t imagine Sam is so good at cooking."


    "Ha ha,e on, eat quickly. When I get married, I will make it for Alisa every day."


    Alisa is moved by the fact that the president of a bigpany actually cooks the dishes himself.


    Just before dinner, Alisa''s cell phone rings. She takes out her cell phone, looks at Dad''s number, and


    puts it down again.


    Sam brings the meal to Alisa''s face, and her cell phone is still ringing. He wonders, "Is it Uncle Naylor’s


    phone?"


    Alisa nods. "Yeah, let''s eat. It doesn''t matter."


    "Will it be bad?" Sam is worried.


    "It''s OK, Sam. your cooking is delicious. Let''s start eating!"


    "OK!" Sam picks up his chopsticks and takes a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and puts them into


    Alisa''s bowl. "Eat more!" The mobile phone is ringing all the time. Alisa has eaten half of a bowl of rice.


    It seems that the mobile phone has a trend of calling until receiving.


    Sam stops his chopsticks. "Alisa, answer it!"


    "Maybe your father has something important to tell you."


    Alisa puts down her rice bowl, looks at her cell phone, and shakes her head stubbornly. "No!"


    Sam smiles and sighs. He reaches for her cell phone. Alisa reaches for it, but can''t stop him.


    "Uncle Naylor, I''m Sam. What can I do for you?"


    Sam greets politely.


    Naylor is silent for a moment. "Where is Alisa?"


    "Yeah, we just yed outside. We didn''t hear the cell phone..." Sam purposely finds a excuse to say to


    Naylor. If he knows that Alisa purposely doesn''t answer the phone, there must be another conflict


    between the father and daughter.


    "Well, let her take the next call!"


    Sam looks at Alisa with his eyes. Alisa shakes her head and walks out of the restaurant.


    "Uncle Naylor, Alisa, she''s in the bathroom. What can I do for you? Let me pass it on..."


    Naylor''s voice bes sharp. "Don''t look for her. You haven''t married yet. Alisa is not a casual girl.


    You''ll bring her home by ten."


    "OK, uncle Naylor!" Sam replies respectfully, with a sense of joy. Judging from Naylor''s words, he


    seems to agree to his marriage with Alisa.


    Outside, Alisa is on the balcony, staring at the night. Sam takes a thick dress and puts it on her back.


    "Alisa, just now uncle Naylor calls and asks me to take you back!"


    Sam''s voice is tender and considerate. Alisa doesn''t resist. She knows what her father means and she


    doesn''t want to live with Sam.


    Sam lowers his head and kisses Alisa gently on the forehead.


    "Don''t be angry with Uncle Naylor. He''s just worried about you."


    Alisa smiles, "Thank you, Sam!"


    That night, Sam sends Alisa home. He doesn''t stay much at her home, so he is chased by Naylor. Alisa


    doesn''t speak. She goes straight into her bedroom and is about to close the door when Naylor reaches


    for the door.


    "Alisa, if you have anyints about me, you can say it directly!"


    Alisa takes a nk look at the living room. "Really, how can I be dissatisfied with my father? You are


    dissatisfied with me.


    "Alisa!" Naylor''s tone is deep, and there is a twinge of pain in her eyes. "Alisa, your mother is dead, and


    now for me, you are the most important."


    "Is that right? So I want to know, what is your reason for abandoning us? "Alisa looks at her father


    stubbornly.


    Naylor is stupefied. "Didn''t dad tell you that? Dad has a lot of difficulties..."


    What are the difficulties? What is the difficulty of trying out a man to leave his wife and daughter


    behind? Or is there another more important woman? "


    Naylor''s face darkens abruptly. "Alisa, what are you talking about?"


    "Do you know if I have any nonsense? Anyway, my mother is dead. It doesn''t matter what woman you


    love to find. I''m not interested in knowing which woman you''re dealing with. All I care about is that I


    love Sam and I want to marry him, whether you agree or not."


    With that, Alisa closes the door heavily. She leans against the back of the door, letting tears wash into


    her eyes.


    Naylor stares at the tightly closed door, deep in thought.


    He doesn''t expect to have such a bad rtionship with his daughter.


    The next morning, after Alisa gets up, Naylor has made breakfast.


    He is waiting for her in the living room.


    "Alisa, I thought about it all night if you really love Sam. So I will respect your choice... "Alisa is stunned


    and doesn''t respond for a long time.


    Is it a big surprise that Dad agrees to her marriage with Sam?


    "Dad, do you really agree with my marriage?"