My Love, Enlighten me

Chapter 120 It Was Too Late For Me To Love You

There was an old saying that goes ‘small matters could pile up into a big problem.’

The Taylor Company was an enterprise tainted with bad reputation.

Gloria Taylor had a hunch that The Taylor Company was not going through a mere storm, but a big disaster.

Even if they won more investment and cooperation, but if there was no consumer willing to purchase the product after the launching, everything would be in vain.

In the era of rapid development of network information, they could not underestimate the influence of dissemination.

Once The Taylor Company wanted to make a big move, if there was anyone pointing out the past scandal of the company, people would cancel their product in unison.

After realizing Kenny Clarke’s true intention, Gloria Taylor had chills down her spine.

Kenny Clarke seemed to be helping the Taylor Company, but his real purpose was to destroy them.

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When the car stopped in front of the villa, she quickly opened the door and rushed inside.

It was already late winter. The weather was at its coldest.

A cold wind blew and Gloria Taylor shuddered. Her face was getting paler.

She walked into the hall, but she didn’t see Kenny Clarke around.

The guard came up and said, “Miss, the young master is in the study.”

Gloria Taylor nodded and headed straight to his study.

Kenny Clarke seemed to have just came back. He was still wearing his coat. He was trying to reach out a book from the shelf.

Hearing the sound of an opening door, he looked back and saw Gloria Taylor. He hooked a faint smile.

“You’re back.”

He turned around and continued looking for books.

Gloria Taylor came up to him, took his arms, and pulled him closer to her.

She stared at his eyes and asked, “What do you want to do? Did the Taylor offend you?”

Kenny Clarke took his arms back and placed them on her hand, “Are you cold?”

Gloria Taylor didn’t resist. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

His palm was so warm, too warm that she didn’t feel like taking her hands back.

It was easy for Kenny Clarke to act like this and win a woman.

Gloria Taylor came back to her senses and pulled her hands away. She asked again, “What did the Taylor do to you?”

“What are you talking about?” Kenny Clarke stared at his empty palm. His complexion was gradually getting cold.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Kenny Clarke turned around and sat down on his chair, “I let the reporters go to the Taylor’s factory to shoot some shady scenes. I thought you didn’t care about them.”

Gloria Taylor was astonished. He knew what he was doing.

Kenny Clarke seemed to be satisfied with her reaction.

He locked his eyes on her, but he put his guard up making it difficult for her to see his emotion inside.

After a while, she heard a gloomy voice, “I know everything about you.”

He said that she was transparent to him.

He could easily know what she did.

He was threatening her again.

“Is that interesting for you? Do you feel like accomplishing something when you stare at my every move?” Gloria Taylor asked sharply.

She felt that Kenny Clarke was genuinely a mad man. He would watch her every move and it made her feel like a little pet he kept.

“I care about you.” Kenny Clarke seemed to be unaware of Gloria Taylor’s intense emotion that he continued, “Otherwise, when you were deceived by Loren and Anne Taylor to save your mother, I wouldn’t rush to save you.”

Gloria Taylor was mentally ready, but still, she was shocked that her eyes widened.

He knew everything!

She had no secrets for him at all.

He didn’t mean her any harm, but he was a control freak.

“Don’t look at me like that, I don’t like it.”

Kenny Clarke stood up and reached out his hand to cover her eyes. He bowed closer and pecked her lips. His low voice sounded mellow like a good old wine, “You just need to be good to me.”

He lips were warm as his palms, but she shivered hardly.

Kenny Clarke held her in his arms. His fingers slide through her hair like a waterfall. With an intimate voice, he whispered, “Don’t be afraid. I won’t deal with you like I do to them. You’re the one who want to spend your whole life with me, I can’t hurt you.”

She dared not move her stiff body even though every cells in her body was telling her to run for her life.

After a while, Gloria Taylor found her voice, “the Taylor Company—”

“The Taylor Company will be fine. They have Grandpa Taylor, no?” Kenny Clarke let her go after messing up the fringe on her face, “Let’s eat something.”

Grandpa Taylor?

Kenny Clarke led her downstairs. She passively followed. Her thoughts were on a faraway place.

According to Edith Hall’s information, Grandpa Taylor was the mastermind behind the sudden marriage of the Taylor and the Clarke.

But, Grandpa Taylor stayed abroad and never came back.

Gloria Taylor hadn’t seen her grandfather for more than ten years. If someone hadn’t mentioned it, she would have forgotten that she had a grandfather.

Kenny Clarke mentioned him just now and his purpose was…

Gloria Taylor figured it out. She stopped moving and looked straight into his eyes, “Do you want to force my grandfather to come home to handle the Taylor Company’s business?”

Kenny Clarke looked at her admiringly, “Clever.”

“Why do you want him home? What’s your purpose?”

Was it because some hidden agenda behind the arrange marriage?

Why was this so important for Kenny Clarke?

Kenny Clarke hid his identity since the kidnapping, but what could possibly be the reason he didn’t want to meet people again?

There were too many things that didn’t make sense. Gloria Taylor was beyond confuse.

Leon Clarke had been sitting in the dining room alone.

Kenny Clarke and Gloria Taylor were not there yet. So, he hadn’t moved his chopstick.

When he finally saw them coming, he pursed his lips and muttered, “Too bad. The flower is in a heap of a cow dung.”

Kenny Clarke pulled a chair for Gloria Taylor. He said without looking up, “Leon, your teacher said that you couldn’t keep up with your studies. I will sign you up for cram school.”

“No!” Leon Clarke shouted, “You two are perfect match. You were born for each other!”

What a wicked man.

Leon Clarke would rather die than to attend a cram school.

Leon Clarke stared at him quietly and smiled at Gloria Taylor, “Sister, eat this.”

“Thank you.” Gloria Taylor took the dishes Leon Clarke picked for her. She felt that she and Leon Clarke were two people in the same boat.