When Miller said those words, Amanda’s eyes widened in shock, and then her heart filled with emotion.
She knew that Mille was very busy and was dealing with huge contracts, but it was such a man who, regardless of his status as CEO of the white group, accompanied her to the race car!
Slowing the car to the side of the road, Amanda turned off the engine and propped up and kissed him.
Miller, of course, didn’t refuse and kissed her back even more intensely.
Until both of them were out of breath, Amanda was the first to surrender and sit back down to calm her nerves, but Miller took her hand in his and squeezed it even harder.
Feeling his emotion, she turned her head and smiled at him.
“Miller, you don’t have to do so much for me, I admit I do like racing, but that was a long time ago.”
“I’m afraid, you’ll be bound and bored.” The man said seriously.
“How? Racing was something I got into when I was frustrated, at that time, there was nothing else to vent but through this.”
“But now, I have things and people that I cherish more.”
She said as if she’d found something, and said to him, “I’m sure there’s something you haven’t found out, do you want me to show it to you?”
“what?”
Amanda pulled him out of the car and headed to the supermarket a short distance away, “I’m telling you, I don’t cover cooking, but I’m in the mood today, so I’ll let you have a taste.”
The girl was holding him by one arm and walking down the road with aplomb, unafraid of anyone finding out her own identity.
Miller had to admit that he was in love with her confident and arrogant.
Amanda bought a lot of food with him, and their excellent appearance attracted a lot of attention.
Miller White was puzzled, “Don’t we have all this at home?”
Amanda retorted, “I’m sure a big CEO like you who has services in all aspects of clothes, food, housing and transportation certainly wouldn’t understand the fun of ordinary people like us. Do you like this?”
“I like everything my wife does.”
The first time Amanda was called “wife” by him and felt sweet in heart. After settling the bill happily, Amanda took the boss out of the supermarket.
They were just about to get into the car when she heard someone shout from behind: “Goddess, please stay!”.
Looking back, two girls about her age were standing behind her, and one girl said excitedly, “Goddess, will you sign your name for us?”
Amanda handed Miller the bag in her hand and gave a soft smile, “Sure.”
She signed her name on the book and handed it back to the girls, “Okay.”
After getting into the car, Miller asked, “why do they call you goddess?”
Amanda was embarrassed and threw up her tongue and said, “It’s a term of endearment for an idol. For example, you used to be my god.”
“Why used to be?”
“You’re my husband now.” Amanda acted as if it were a matter of course.
But the word “husband” shocked Miller’s body stiff. He asked in a hoarse voice, “say again.”
“God?” Amanda teased him deliberately.
“Not that one.” Miller tugged at his bow tie and was about to lean to punish her.
“No, I’m afraid of being photographed.” Amanda quickly put her hand against his chest.
Miller had no choice but to sit back in the seat, his face still expressionless as usual, but Amanda could see his displeasure.
She couldn’t help but laugh inside, this man, why was he acting like a child?
“Don’t be mad at me? Honey.”
Saying that, a soft kiss fell on the man’s face.
As soon as it touched, Amanda quickly set the car on fire and said, “don’t mess around. I’m driving!”
Miller looked at her helplessly. Honey, was it really good that you’re so good at provoking?