Come Back to Me

It was evening when she finally woke up in pain, and she had been sleeping for the whole afternoon.

The moment she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but frown because of the pain at her hand, She was completely exhausted and feeble.

When she became completely sober, she found that Brody was changing the medicine on her palm.

Tracy was startled. She managed to sit up, but was then pressed down by a powerful hand.

She lay down on the bed again. About three minutes later, her hand was wrapped again.

Then he said in a cold voice over her head, "Tracy, you'd better explain to me clearly. What happened? About the flower."

Brody asked a series of questions in a cold tone, but he was totally unprepared to hear what she had said. Tracy sat up and looked blankly at his face which had changed into a devil's again.

"Explain what?"

Asked Tracy coldly.

In fact, she really didn't know what to explain.

She was the one who got hurt. What else did he want to ask?

"How could the flowerpot break?"

"Aha I broke it. "

"Is it your lover's flower?" Tracy continued before Brody could say anything.

Tracy said sarcastically.

Her eyes grew cold and her heart sank.

And in his eyes, her life was as cheap as grass, no... "——

Or it could hardly be counted as the lowest, the cheapest.

She wouldn't be able to withstand an ornament like a flowerpot.

Brody bent down, raised her chin with his slender fingers, and looked down at her, "that potted flower is her favorite, but you broke it. Is this the childish way you revenge me?"

scared that she even

made her feel particularly

"Naive?"

her courage and asked,

don't think it's a naive way to destroy the thing you care most, which will make

"Shut up -"

he cast a sullen

stopped, and daring to look into

If you want to kill me, just hack it into

Tracy with a louder

this moment, she was determined to

you die. You wish

finished his words, he

you asshole!

struggled and shouted as if

me, what's going on

and glared at her.

were so stubborn that a chill went over her

to tell me, do

stressed his tone and glared at her.

kept pushing away the breasts that had been over her

the man and the woman furiously. She kept shouting at him, "don't be so hypocritical, Brody. Will you believe what

her wedding night came flooding back

of a sudden, humiliation and fear took over

waiting for it to blossom for a few years. Do you know?

Brody tightly gripped her both hands,

that

welled up in

admitted in despair, not willing to look at that face for

on earth was he to say that.

that flowers was the girl's favorite. It

he loved her, so he hated Tracy

that he tore off her clothes, completely

fell down from her eyes. "To you, my life isn't worth a flowerpot, is it?" she