Chapter 181 She is pregnant with someone else''s child
Looking at Alisa''s nervous and small appearance, Sam feels soft in his heart, and he leans over to pick
up Alisa.
"It''s OK. The doctor says it doesn''t matter!"
"But you''ve been there so long..."
"Well, yes, I called thepany, so it was dyed. The doctor said that your feet will be well after a hot
After hotpress and physical treatment, Alisa''s feet soon recovered.
But the wedding dress doesn''t go on because Sam''s secretary calls again and calls him away.
Alisa knows that something must have happened to hispany again, and a sense of losses
back to her.
What should I do? Sam must have had a lot of trouble.
Davis''s words ring in Alisa''s ear again.
One night! Just one night!
Alisa bites her lower lip. She''s so sad that she can''t help it. Sam will be very sad if he knows that she
has gone to open a room with Davis.
But if she doesn''t save him, he will be doomed.
Alisa falls into a deep hesitation. Atst, she plucks up her courage to unplug Davis''s mobile phone.
"What you said does count?"
"Have you figured it out?" Davis''s tone is always that hurtful.
"Well."
"At eight o''clock tonight,e to room 808 of the Imperial Hotel. Overdue.
Davis finishes and hangs up.
Alisa grabs her cell phone and begins to regret it. She knows that it''s a deal with the devil. Why should
she agree?
Sitting nkly on a bench on the street, looking at the trafficing and going, Alisa feels that she is
trapped in a dark fog, unable to extricate herself or resist.
There is only one chance. If she misses it, there will be no end.
When night begins to fall, Sam calls her.
"Alisa, thepany is going to have a board meeting and make a new decision. I can''t go with you.
You can stay at home."
"Well, I see, Sam!"
Alisa hangs up, tears running down her cheeks. Sorry Sam, forgive me again.
Alisa doesn''t know how to get into the hotel. After entering the hotel, she lowers her head, as if every
year she looks at it with contempt.
She hurries into the elevator, stops on the 8th floor, and walks hard.
A jeering voicees.
"President Sam, don''t ask Davis, he''s just ying with us..."
"Yes, President, let''s find another way."
"Well, for the sake of thepany, I''m nothing." Sam''s calm voicees to Alisa''s ears with
meticulous attention.
Arge number of peoplee to her. Alisa turns around anxiously and goes into a bathroom.
She waits for more than ten minutes quietly andes out after hearing the footsteps disappear.
How can this happen?
Sames to Davis with thepany''s shareholders. Has hee this far? Is Sushi group really
facing such a huge change?
Alisa''s heart bes heavy again.
Alisa readjusts her mood, walks to the door of room 808, raises her hand, and it is a long time before
she falls down gently.
"Come in!"
The door is open, and a cold voicees out and falls into Alisa''s voice, which makes her tremble
involuntarily.
Alisa walks in gently and closes the door behind her.
In the gorgeous presidential suite, Davis is sitting on the ck sofa in the living room, leaning back,
holding a red wine cup with a faint smell of dark red liquid.
Alisa shuffles up to Davis.
The atmosphere between the two suddenly bes very strange.
Maybe the air conditioner in the room is on too much. Alisa is holding her white arm and shivering.
Davis''s ck eyes sweep her face mercilessly, and often look down.
"Come here!"
Davis says coldly.
Alisa looks up at him, bites her lower lip, andes timidly to him.
She feels oppressed and embarrassed.
"Look up at me..."
There is anger in Davis''s eyes. He had seen her body before. Why does she pretend to be so
ashamed? Does she really think she''s Sam''s woman?
Alisa looks a little uneasy. "Are you really going to let Sam go?"
"For me, money is just a game. It''s also a game to y women. There''s nothing wrong with swapping
them."
Davis speaks arrogantly and coldly. At this time, he is the king who dominates the world. He decides
the rules of the game and the oue.
"Just now, Sam asked you?" Alisa asks uneasily.
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Davis hooks his lips, sneers, and slowly pours the red liquid into his mouth.
"It''s our time. Don''t talk about others."
"Oh!" Alisa whispers.
Now she is quite embarrassed. She doesn''t know how to do it. She still tries to persuade herself. At the
thought of Sam, she wants to repent, back away and escape.
Davis looks at her coldly. The perfect corner of his lips slightly raises, and says with some
dissatisfaction, "Are you going to sit until dawn like this?"
"Oh, what am I going to do?" Alisa’s face is red and hot.
"Go and cook something for me. I''ve been busy all night. Those bastards have been so noisy that I
haven''t eaten anything."
"Oh, yes!" Alisa quickly puts down her bag and rushes to the kitchen.
She doesn''t expect that Davis will let her cook and eat. She will do anything but exercise in bed.
The senior presidential suites here are all equipped with separate kitchens.
Alisa turns on the kitchen light. It''s clean and spotless. It should never look the same.
Davis looks at her happy back and is inexplicably upset. She even sells her body for Sam. It is too
exciting for him.
Alisa opens the freezer. There''s everything in it.
"What would you like to eat?" Alisa looks back at Davis, who is leaning against the wall, with ck eyes
looking at her deeply.
For many days, he can only barely take a look at her through Jerry. The yearning grows like wild grass
after the rain, upying his heart to death.
"Dumplings!" Davis says something casually.
Then she adds, "You can only cook dumplings!"
Alisa spits out her pink tongue. In fact, she not only cooks dumplings, but also takes too much time to
make dumplings. She just doesn''t want to do other things. Making dumplings is perfect.
Davis''s big body suddenly leaves, and Alisa feels that the pressure from behind is gone.
Davis walks up to the balcony with his cell phone.
"Alisa is here with me and won''t go back at night."
"Davis, you are not allowed to touch my daughter!"
"You should be very clear about her position in my heart. If I want to move her, I won''t wait until now..."
Davis hangs up the phone, stands on the wide balcony, looks at the lights of the whole city, suddenly
feels that she is so around him, everything is so beautiful.
Even if he doesn''t look at her, he feelsfortable knowing that she is within the range he can feel.
Alisa is peeling the dumplings when Davises to the door and reaches for her cell phone.
"Someone is calling you!"
Alisa wipes her hands on the dishcloth and connects her cell phone. Sam''s voicees from inside.
"Alisa, are you asleep?"
Alisa looks at the time. It is already 9:30 p.m. and she can''t help saying, "Well, I''m going to sleep!"
"Alisa, is your foot still hurting?"
"No more pain!"
"Alisa, I''m very excited to think that you will be my wife in ten days. Alisa, finding you is the greatest
happiness of my life. I was thinking that I must have done something I owe you in my previous life, so
God punished me for parting with you for ten years, and now I can finally keep the sky. Are you happy,
Alisa?"
Alisa is filled with deep guilt. If Sam knows she is in Davis''s room, he will be crazy.
Alisa subconsciously looks at the kitchen door and meets a pair of fierce ck eyes. She drops her
eyes in fear.
"Well, Sam, I''m sleepy!"
Davis doesn''t know anything about it. He doesn''t want to move a step when he watches them talking.
"Alisa, by the way, there''s one thing I want to tell you. If you feel any difort, you must first tell me
that I will take you to the hospital. You must not run to the hospital alone. I am not at ease with you
alone. "As Sam repeatedly tells her, Alisa only feels that he is caring about her and doesn''t care much.
"Well, I see. Good night!"
"Good night, Alisa. Good dream!" Sam hangs up reluctantly.
Alisa''s heart frenzies. Her whole body is tense and bursting with cold sweat.
Davis is standing there all the time, and she is afraid that if Davis cries out on purpose, her lies will
soon be exposed. How will she face Sam then?
However, until she hangs up, Davis doesn''t say a word, just looks at her, eyes deep.
Alisa passes by and turns off the phone.
"Afraid?" Davis sneers.
Do you need to be so nervous with him? He sees a cold sweat on her forehead and a twinkle in her
eyes.
Damn it, she cares so much about that man.
Alisa smiles miserably at him. "I''ll make dumplings. Would you like to sleep first? I''ll call you when I''ve
packed it."
Davis reaches for his chin and sneers in a low voice, "It''s a pity that I spent one hundred million dors
for one night sleeping like this. I want to enjoy it."
Alisa is embarrassed to see that her little plot has been exposed by him.
OK.
Alisa continues to make dumplings. She slows down on purpose and tries to make dumplings into
many lovely shapes.
One is to dy as much as possible, and the other is to try to show off and coax Davis to let her go.
Davis doesn''t leave either, so he looks at her.
As long as she packs it, he watches it. They stand desperately.
Or she''s a worker, and he''s a supervisor.