MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

Chiara had never seen her boyfriend be so humble and polite to anyone.

What was even more surprising to Chiara was that the person Nicolo admired was an American boy who looked 13 or 14 years old at most!

The boy was very thin, with short silver hair, bright grey eyes, and fair skin. He had an extraordinary elegant appearance. His eyes sparkled as bright as diamonds, but you could saw no innocence or enthusiasm which a boy should have in the expression of his eyes. There was only coolness and mercilessness.

He was very young, but his temperament was strangely cool, as if he had tasted everything under the sun. He looked clever and mature, and you could hardly read his mind from his cold eyes.

His skin was subtle, white, and crystal clear, even more delicate than Chiara's. Below his white slender back neck, a dark eagle tattoo vaguely displayed.

The eagle's wings spread out, and a subtle outline emerged from the collar of his white shirt.

The grimness of the eagle tattoo mysteriously bound up the pure and clear qualities in him. The paradox of the combination was unspeakably perfect.

Beside the boy stood a tall young man, seven or eight years older than the boy. The poker-face man should be a servant and bodyguard. He stood silently at the boy's side staring intently at the boy, like a well-trained soldier. All his attention was fastened upon the boy.

He was equipped with multiple sensors permanently connected to its surroundings and would respond quickly if there was any danger the boy might meet. He had prominent cheekbones and a well-defined chin, and a straight nose. Yes, without a doubt, he was a handsome man.

Now, the boy was listening to Nicolo's explanation without speaking, raising his eyebrows with a cool impatience, which turned to disgust when he saw Chiara come out.

Chiara shuddered under the boy's eyes.

"Go see her," the boy commanded coldly.

The poker-face bodyguard immediately strode into the room. Several seconds later, he came out, looked at Chiara, and whispered to the boy, "not dead. She suffered minor injuries only."

The boy's severity relaxed imperceptibly.

"Have you forgotten what I said?" He said, looking at Nicolo again. There was a touch of disapproval in his voice.

Nicolo, who looked like a cat in front of the boy, made rather a pert bow and then turned to Chiara, growling, "I told you not to touch her! Why didn't you listen to me? You're so bold!"

Aggrieved, Chiara bit her lip, "Nicolo, she insulted me so much that I could have killed her! What are you trying to stop me from? I haven't brought the fair back yet..."

"Enough!" Nicolo noticed the dissatisfaction on the boy's face, rushing to his girlfriend in a rage, and slapped her in the face to shut her up!

In shock, Chiara covered her swollen cheek, looking at Nicolo in disbelief. It was the first time he hit her, and for the sake of a foreign woman who had humiliated her!

"Why? Why don't you let me kill her?" cried Chiara, weeping bitterly.

"I'm the one who asked your boyfriend not to touch that woman," said the boy coldly. "If she loses a hair, I'll cut you fresh off."

Chiara turned her anger onto the boy, gritting her teeth, and started violently toward him.

"Who are you? Kid actor! It's not your turn telling me what to do --"

Before she could approach the boy, the poker-face bodyguard strode forward to restrain her. He caught hold of her hands and bent her arms until she screamed in pain.

"Ahhh!"

The bodyguard didn't let go of her but still held her arms in an incredible position across her back to prevent her from accidentally hurting the boy.

Chiara screamed with pain, and her white face turned even paler.

Nicolo came to his senses and whispered appealingly, "I'm sorry, she was just acting on impulse. She didn't mean to offend you..."

Chiara was even more frightened. She couldn't figure out who the boy was, but she knew he was the one she could not afford to offend.

"I was wrong... Please... forgive me..."

The boy seemed impatient to waste time on Chiara. He gave a glance at his bodyguard.

The poker-face bodyguard let go of his hand and returned to the boy without a word, becoming a silent guardian again.

Chiara staggered up and hid behind Nicolo in alarm and dared not speak again.

Nicolo looked at the boy and reassured him, "don't worry, we won't touch that woman again."

The boy glanced at the door room without a show of feeling. Then he rose and left the warehouse with his bodyguard.

Nicolo breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the boy, and his bodyguard disappeared.

Chiara recovered herself and burst out.

"Nicolo! What are you doing? Why were you so respectful toward the boy? What's going on?"

Nicolo covered Chiara's mouth in fear that the boy might hear her shouting. After a while, he let go and sighed.

"He helped me catch that woman," he said.

After Chiara was bullied in her school, Nicolo sent people to catch that woman, but they never got the chance.

Today, they finally had the opportunity when the boy helped them get rid of the bodyguards behind that woman. Then Nicolo's people tied up Savannah and got her here.

After Nicolo caught that woman, the boy told Nicolo to watch her but not to hurt her.

Nicolo was also very confused, but he dared not ask much.

That was why Nicolo hesitated when Chiara wanted to kill Savannah.

"Why do you listen to that boy? Who is he? You do everything he said. It looks like you're scared of him!"

A serious look passed over Nicolo's face.

"The boy's father was the son of one of the founders of the Mafia HQ. We call him godfather. He's supreme in rank, power, and authority. I've been in the gang for so many years that I'm not even in a position to see him."

Chiara gasped and finally understood why Nicolo, who was usually so aggressive, had changed from a wild beast to a tame cat in front of the boy.