Ice-Cold Ceo, Crazy Love

“Mr. Leen, you seem a bit flushed?” Isabella approached Timothy with a concerned expression.

At this time, Timothy was already drunk. He clung to a thread of sobriety and uttered, “Sorry, I don’t seem to handle alcohol well.”

Isabella quickly said, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you to drink with me. The banquet won’t end for a while. How about this, Mr. Leen? Let me take you to the upstairs guest room for a

bit of rest.”

Timothy had a splitting headache. Upon hearing Isabella’s suggestion, he concurred.

Isabella personally led Timothy to a room.

Then, she went down to look for Susan.

Susan was much easier to deal with.

Even though Susan appeared quite sober, when she was drunk, she would subconsciously comply with whatever others said.

Susan said gently that she would take Susan to find Ben, and Susan obediently complied.

Isabella directly took Susan to the room where Timothy was resting.

Once Susan entered; Isabella locked the door from the outside.

Susan was drunk and unable to resist at all.

Timothy was also intoxicated, and his sexual desire was intensified.

In addition, Timothy loved Susan to the core. How could he endure this situation?

Isabella just needed to wait for to come over. Naturally, she

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Isabella leaned against the door and listened for a while. She didn’t hear anything, but she was prepared to wait patiently.

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Anyway, it’s tricky to justify why a man and a woman are alone in the same room.

When Isabella left, she had a smile on her face.

Inside the room.

“I’m sorry, I’d like some privacy…” Timothy, mistaking Susan for a maid, couldn’t help but

say.

But when he looked up, he saw that it was the compliant Susan.

Susan had completely lost her composure, yet she still remained seated on the sofa like she was completely sober. Her hands were on her knees, maintaining a poised and ladylike appearance.

Timothy’s heart beat wildly immediately.

Was she Susan?

Or was he hallucinating?

Timothy rubbed his eyes.

He knew that he was drunk.

So, when he saw Susan, was it actually a hallucination brought on by his intoxication?

If that was the case, he would rather get drunk a few more times in the future.

“Susan,” Timothy called out tentatively.

Susan did not respond and kept sitting there obediently.

“So, I’m really dreaming, right?” Timothy thought.

Timothy approached and said cautiously, “Susan, I thought you wouldn’t want to see me

again.”

Susan looked up at him and asked in a soft voice, “Where’s Ben?”

Timothy was stunned for a moment and was overwhelmed with an indescribable emotion.

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“I’m Timothy.”

“Oh.” Susan lowered her head and stopped looking at him.

Timothy also fell silent.

Did he really have to put himself through this, even in his dreams?

Timothy gritted his teeth and hesitantly extended his hand to touch Susan’s face.

However, Susan suddenly raised her hand and gave him a tight slap.

Timothy was stunned,

There was even a hint of pain on his cheeks.

He… wasn’t dreaming?

“I want Ben,” Susan said coquettishly.

For a moment, Timothy was unsure of his emotions.

He said unwillingly, “Ben is not here. I’m Timothy, your favorite Timothy.”

Susan stared at him and asked, “Favorite?”

Timothy’s heart ached, and he nodded frantically.

Susan raised her hand and gave him another slap. “You’re lying to me. Only Ben is my

favorite.”

Timothy was partially roused by her slap, but he remained completely unruffled.

“Susan, why are you here?” Timothy asked.

“I’m here to look for Ben,” Susan declared with a steely gaze. “Now, you, hand over Ben.”

Timothy looked at Susan and felt that something was amiss with her.

Timothy hesitated for a moment before asking tentatively, “Are… you drunk?”

“Where’s Ben? Ask him to come out.” Susan responded stubbornly, repeating the same

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sentence.

This time, Timothy grasped the situation.

Susan was indeed drunk.

Looking at Susan, who was alluring, Timothy couldn’t deny that he felt a strong temptation.

He stretched out his hand, but ultimately, he wrestled with himself, finally managing to pull

it back.

He viewed himself as a man with bottom lines.

Timothy took a few deep breaths and suppressed the desire in his heart.

He turned around and went to open the door.

However, as soon as he turned the doorknob, Timothy felt that something was wrong.

The door was locked from the outside.

Timothy’s expression instantly changed.

At first, he didn’t consider this thing as a conspiracy.

However, now the door was locked from the outside.

This made him have no choice but to think of it as a plot.

Timothy wanted to mull it over.

But his mind was a whirlwind, and no matter how hard he tried to reckon with it, he

couldn’t make sense of it.

He went into the bathroom straightaway and stood under the cold water.

He finally came to his senses by then.

Timothy narrowed his eyes with a gloomy expression.

He was, in fact, a real hard drinker.

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There was something wrong with that glass of wine.

The wine was sent by Isabella, and the room was also provided by her.

It was probably the same with Susan.

This situation was pretty much in line with Isabella’s way of doing things.

Even though Timothy didn’t understand why Isabella did such a thing, he still felt mighty infuriated.

It would be fine if Isabella wanted to scheme against him alone, she should never have gotten Susan involved.

If he couldn’t control himself and did something to Susan…

As a man, he didn’t think it would damage his reputation.

However, how was Susan supposed to behave in the future?

He couldn’t let Isabella succeed.

But now, the door was locked from the outside.

He couldn’t open it from the inside.

Even if he and Susan hadn’t done anything.

If Isabella brought people over, they’d still have a hard time explaining why both of them ended up alone in that room.

He and Susan had to leave this room.

Timothy narrowed his eyes.

He looked at his phone.

His phone got a tad damp.

Timothy hastily wiped off the water droplets, thankfully finding that his phone was still in working order.

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He skimmed through the contact list and eventually locked onto a specific number.

Although he really didn’t want to ask that person for help.

But now, that man was the only one who could save him and Susan from this dire

situation.

Timothy took a deep breath and reluctantly dialed Ben’s number.

“Ben, I really know I was wrong. Why don’t you slap me a few more times? If it’s not enough to vent your anger, you can boot me a few more times. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness, Leo kept begging.

Ben listened calmly.

He was actually guessing what Leo was up to.

Was he trying to garner sympathy?

But there were no other people here.

Ben waited for a while.

As Leo kept on with his endless repetition, it started to test Ben’s patience.

“That’s enough,” Ben said indifferently. “If that’s all you want to say, I already know.”

After that, Ben turned around and was about to leave.

Leo wasn’t sure if Isabella had wrapped up her conversation. Seeing Ben getting ready to take off, Leo grew anxious and grabbed his arm. “Ben, if you’re still not willing to forgive me, I’ll drop to my knees right here and now.”

Leo was about to kneel again.

Ben glanced at him in confusion.

strange idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

Leo… Why did he seem to be deliberately dragging things out?

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Dragging things out?

What was he trying to do then?

While Ben was thinking, his phone suddenly rang.

Ben glanced at the screen and frowned slightly.

Timothy was calling him?

How did Timothy think of calling him?

They only exchanged numbers during a business meeting and hadn’t had any communication since.

Later on, as various events unfolded, they wouldn’t be in touch, no siree.

But this time, Timothy called him.

Ben suddenly had an ominous feeling.

He quickly answered the call.

“Ben, I’m dropping to my knees,” Leo said as he knelt down and tugged at Ben’s thigh. “Why” don’t you give me a few kicks?”

As Ben listened to Timothy on the phone, Ben’s face instantly turned livid.

Leo couldn’t quite fathom Ben’s expression and kept saying, “Kick me, please kick me.”

Then, Ben did give him a kick, just as Leo had asked.

Ben raised his foot and kicked Leo hard in the chest.

Leo was kicked and sent flying with a totally confused look on his face:

He… he just wanted to stall for time. He didn’t expect Ben to kick him for real.

Leo was about to say something angrily.

Then, he saw Ben looking down at him as if he was sizing up a dead man.

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“Ben…” Leo suddenly felt a great fear.

Ben slowly bent down and asked in a cold voice, “You like Isabella?”

Leo didn’t quite grasp why Ben had brought this up out of the blue, but he still instinctively replied, “Yes.”

*Then, how about I lend you a hand with that?” Ben suddenly smiled strangely at Leo.

Leo was a little confused, but he still nodded. “Then, it’s great.”

Ben gave him a slightly menacing, hungry smile. “Well, listen up. I swear on it, your dream’s gonna come true.”

Although Leo didn’t know why Ben suddenly wanted to help him, he still nodded enthusiastically.

“Good boy.” Ben patted Leo on the head.

Leo felt his scalp go numb.

He had a feeling that Ben would twist his head off in the next moment.

Leo had just said that without thinking. He didn’t expect Ben to come through for him.

In the end, Ben was shockingly fast.

Ten minutes later, Ben asked him to go to a room.

Leo went there.

Then, a woman lunged at him.

Leo was shocked at first.

When he realized that the woman who had lunged at him was Isabella, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

“Isabella, why are you…” Leo looked at Isabella in surprise.

Isabella didn’t say anything and simply clung desperately to his arms.

Leo cast a quick glance at her. Her face Was in the right state of mind.

Leo struggled a bit. “Isabella, I…”

Isabella kissed him directly on his lips.

Leo promptly threw in the towel on resisting. There was a spark in his eyes, and he

scooped up Isabella and headed straight for the bed.

Even though he sensed something was off with Isabella’s state, and it was probably tied to

Ben.

However, he wasn’t the one who did it, so he didn’t bear any psychological burden.

Soon, there was a sensual murmur ema