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?"

so scared that she even forgot to feel the pain

tone made her feel particularly

"Naive?"

and asked, looking

you care

"Shut up -"

cast a sullen glance

and daring to

I threw it away. If you want to kill me, just hack it

Tracy with a louder

moment, she was determined to die.

let you die.

words, he pushed Tracy

you asshole!

struggled and shouted as if she

me, what's going on

his movements and glared

were so stubborn that a chill went over

want to

tone and glared

Tracy kept pushing away the breasts that had been over her

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

her wedding night came flooding

humiliation and fear took over

a few years. Do you know? You've

furious as an irritated leopard, Brody tightly gripped her

so painful that

up in her eyes, and said sadly, "yes,

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

on earth was he to say that.

favorite. It

he loved her, so he hated Tracy so much.

Brody. He was so angry that he tore off

her wound, tears fell down from her eyes. "To you, my