Always in Love with You

"Avril, are you all right?"

With the help of the masked man, Avril stood still, but she was still frightened. She shook her head in panic and said, "I'm fine, thanks, Dear Polly. I'm fine."

With Polly's help, Avril spoke to the masked man politely, "Sir, thank you so much."

The masked man didn't say anything. He just replied "yes" with a distant look in his eyes and then left.

Looking at the decorations on Avril's body, Polly wanted to ask what had happened to her, but it seemed inappropriate at this moment. She held back the impulse to get to the bottom of the matter, and helped Avril sit down on the bench along the road. "Avril, wait here for a moment. After a while, we take Bruce's car."

Avril looked at her with grateful eyes and said, "Wow, Dear Polly, thank you."

At about one o'clock in the morning, Bruce came back to the room and found that Polly was still awake. This tangled night was bound to be a sleepless night.

She held the quilt in her arms, while her face was pressed against the pillow. People who couldn't sleep were extremely sensitive to hearing in the quiet night. Even the sound of the security door opening was very low, she could still hear it.

He stopped at the door of the bedroom. About five seconds later, he turned around and went to the bathroom.

Then she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. She couldn't help thinking of the last time when she saw him taking a shower and it was lingering in her mind.

She dared not think any more. She had thought it was just a glance from the window at first. Even if she had been too shy to remember it, it had been only a few days since she had felt embarrassed. Then she had gradually forgotten it and she even thought it was not a big deal.

But now, at this moment, when she suddenly remembered, she began to realize that she had seen everything that she could see, she had seen them.

She thought she was really depraved, and was mesmerized by Bruce's beauty.

As he gently pushed the door open, the fresh scent of body wash accompanying his unique breath swept over his face, like he had fallen into a fire in the forest, spreading into the sea in an instant, and provoke her tensed nerves unscrupulously.

Her violent heartbeats obscured his soft and gentle footsteps. She didn't realize that the man had gone to bed until her body was totally soft.

she had been in the same direction as before. At this moment, she wanted to turn over to avoid him, but she did not

her shoulder. The breath was getting closer

head on the pillow near her. Their breathing gradually intertwined. She couldn't pretend to be in sound sleep anymore. What's more, he seemed to be approaching her and

each other and their facial features could be seen by each

it anymore, so she turned

What are you doing?" Startled by her reaction, he

hands, she breathed heavily and explained to him: "I just had

was close to hers. "Did you

of good will, she made up a story to break the

long hair over her shoulders, he suddenly smiled and

that, Polly was

her in his arms. "I'm sorry, Dear Polly. I let you

that

her forehead gently and sighed, "Wow, you are

you wouldn't come back tonight. I

fact, Polly thought that Bruce would definitely misunderstand her when he saw that scene. As soon as Miss. Jean was saved from the pond, Bruce stayed with her all night to comfort her.

said, "why can't I come back since you are here? Dear Polly, can't you see that I cherish

close that it was hard for anybody to tell whether he was telling the truth or not, Polly turned his head and asked, "well, is that Rachel Du

ask this question. If something happened to them, how could this man be here. But last night, she called Rachel, but she didn't answer the phone. She called

Rachel was not a good swimmer. She struggled to jump out of the water. She drank some

for a long time, Polly asked, "Bruce, don't you want to know the reason why she fell into the

need to

went off in her mind. "Why do you believe me?

frowned and said, "I know what kind of person Dear Polly is. How could anyone else

the quilt. She was touched and

her tight in his arms. He rested his chin on her head and whispered, "I used to enjoy swimming, because that feeling of freedom didn't exist in real life. Many years ago, I took part in a swimming competition and I won the

friend was washed away by the water in front of me. Since then, I can't swim any more. And you can't even get close to the