Capture Your Heart

Troy pounces on her, "You dare to tease me. See how I'll punish you..."

"Help..."

Karin laughs and runs upstairs, the man behind her chases her. The villa is full of happiness instantly.

Karin rushes all the way to the rooftop. The rain outside is much lighter, but it hasn't stopped completely.

"Don't chase me. If you still chase me, I will jump down."

She points to the bottom of the roof, and Troy nods, "Okay, I’ll stop." He looks into the distance at random, and shouts suddenly, "Meteor."

"Where? Where?"

Karin turns around excitedly. Before seeing the meteor, she is lifted up...

"You lied to me."

She smiles and beats him, "You are bad. Rascal, you are a rascal."

"Is it bad?" Troy's e Troy crooked his lips, "There is something worse than this."

After one rotation, she is pressed by him on a chair specially used for watching the moon. The chair is so cold after soaking in rain, but Troy’s body is hot. He leans over her with the light of desire in his eyes, he says in a deep voice, "You are everything to me. I am so lucky that God let you come to me."

Karin's heart is pounding and her cheeks are flushed, "If I were everything to you, you would be the best gift God had ever given me."

With their eyes facing each other, Troy pulls the bangs away from her forehead, revealing her beautiful forehead. The next second, the two embrace and kiss frantically. The fiery kiss blends with the cold rain, which deepens the sensory stimulation, but also sets off the beauty of the night.

"Troy, promise me that we will spend every birthday together, okay?"

"Okay, I promise..."

They agree that since they cannot get involved in the past, they will formally participate in each other's future.

The light rain is still dripping, and their clothes are all soaked. It is in late autumn. With the fire of desire runs through their bodies, they will not feel too cold even if the rain hits them.

In the darkness, their limbs entangle tightly.

When Karin wakes up, it is daylight already. A warm light from the curtain sprinkle on her feet lazily.

She touches the left side and finds it is actually empty. Is it really just a dream last night?

But the soreness of her lower body is not like a dream. She gets up in a hurry, changes her clothes and goes downstairs.

"Miss, good morning."

Yuma saw her, she smiles

"Where is Troy?"

in the morning. He asked me to

business

rubs her forehead. It turns out that he didn't lie to her. It is really to celebrate her birthday that he delays the departure

red roses in the living room, thinking of the passion last night, she

did Troy bury something in the garden

startled,

garden and returns to the living room and says, "He must have lied to

breakfast, Billie puts a delicate packing box in front

Karin nods and smiles.

packaging box is placed in front of her again, and Karin is surprised, "Wow, have you made a fortune lately? Double

and says, "It’s

"Will?" Karin doesn't react.

"Oh, it's William."

glances at the pink packing box in front of

I happened to meet him at the mall, and we greeted each other. Then he knew that I was going to buy you a gift,

there are

box, she mutters, "Did you thank

just thank him with a

"Then what else?"

to do something

raises her eyebrows, "What do

pats Karin on the shoulder, "We bought a gift for you. Then you

hand it to you. Remember not to give me gifts next

about this year? What will you

"Invite you to dinner."

"Yeah, I'll call William!"

She takes out his mobile phone and calls William quickly. She says, "William, are you free tonight... Yesterday's birthday girl wants to treat us to dinner today... OK, see

When they enter the box, Karin says apologetically to William, "I'm sorry, I wanted to invite

smiles gently, "It doesn't matter. Friends get together to have fun. It doesn't matter whether I eat or

how gentle the man

William's shoulders desperately, making herself like a

They

really not know that yesterday was your birthday?" Billie asks depressingly while

eyebrows in surprise, "Karin's

you know

Zurich doesn't know him? The third-generation heir