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

Chapter 288
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Chapter 288

“Is an apology so important to you? Haven’t I done enough?” Bryan narrowed his eyes with confusion.

A verbal apology was a form. What Bryan cared about was sincerity.

It was absurd for Bryan that an apology could amend a blunder.

“People apologize. Can’t I hear your apology? I want to hear an apology from the proud Mr. Turner,

so what?” Finley said arrogantly.

“I’m sorry!” Bryan didn’t hesitate.

If that was what Finley wanted, I would apologize.

I was afraid that I would lose my wife if I couldn’t bring her home tonight.

“Where is your sincerity? Once again!”

Finley emphasized in a fierce tone.

“I’m sorry!” Bryan raised his voice.

“Emotions! Again!” Finley cleared out her ear for this apology. Then, she secretly turned on the recording

on her phone.

“Don’t push your luck!” Bryan frowned and seemed to flare up at any second.

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“Then, don’t apologize. Bye.” Finley turned around to leave.

Bryan held Finley by the arm and pulled her back. The tall Bryan impressed Finley with oppression.

Finley hid her phone behind her back. She was afraid that Bryan would snatch her phone away.

“I’m sorry, Finley!” This apology was emotional, sincere, and gentle.

His deep voice sounded magnetic and sexy.

Nothing could change the past even if Finley was mad.

Finley was a woman rather than a girl now. That was the truth.

It was impossible for Finley to be mad at Bryan forever.

Therefore, Finley intended to forgive Bryan today.

“Okay, I heard you. However, I won’t forgive you.” Finley played a prank on Bryan.

Then, she ran away with her mobile phone.

Bryan pulled a long face and quickly caught up with Finley. “What on earth do you want me to do?”

“From now on, you should respect me. You can’t force me to sleep with you, or I won’t give you a chance

like today.”

Finley stopped and made herself clear to Bryan in a serious tone.

“Deal.” Bryan nodded.

“All right, you may go home now.” Finley waved her hand to say goodbye to Bryan.

“You lost, so you will have to keep your promise. Get on the Ferris wheel with me.” Bryan pointed to the

Ferris wheel above his head.

“I don’t like it which isn’t exciting at all. It’s not fun.” Finley refused.

Finley looked down on the Ferris wheel.

That was why she had never gotten on the Ferris wheel.

“It is not for fun.” Bryan grabbed her wrist and walked to the Ferris wheel.

“You dread the exciting rides and try to regain your honor with the Ferris wheel, don’t you?” Finley saw

through Bryan.

Bryan was speechless.

Awful! This girl knew nothing about the romance of the Ferris wheel.

It seemed I had to help her.

Bryan dragged Finley onto the Ferris wheel.

There were four glasses and two benches in the cabin of the Ferris wheel.

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Bryan sat on a bench and looked at Finley in a daze.

Finley rested her hands on the windowsill. As the Ferris wheel moved, Finley saw the night view of the

whole city. “It’s boring!”

Bryan was lost for words again.

Women, didn’t you know anything about romance?

“It is said that the Ferris wheel is made for lovers and that every cabin of it is full of happiness…”

Bryan didn’t make up this story.

Back then, the founder of this amusement park wanted investment from the Turner Group and mentioned

this story during the presentation of his proposal before Bryan.

Therefore, Bryan remembered this story.

He had invested one hundred million dollars in this amusement park because of this story.

Finley turned her head and looked at Bryan with astonishment.

What was wrong with Bryan? He told me a romantic story.

The Ferris wheel would reach the highest point soon.

Bryan got up, pressed Finley against the glass window, and held her face.

His abrupt moves took Finley by surprise. “What… what are you doing?”