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

her feel particularly

"Naive?"

her courage and asked, looking at him intensely.

way to destroy the thing you care most, which will make you sad

"Shut up -"

coldly as he cast a sullen glance

daring to look into

If you want to kill me,

with a

she was

let you die.

as Brody finished his words, he pushed Tracy heavily

you asshole! Don't touch

and shouted as if she was

me, what's going on

his movements and

so stubborn that a

don't want to tell me, do

and glared at her.

no response, Tracy kept pushing away the breasts that

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

hysterically. The nightmare on her wedding night came flooding

a sudden, humiliation and fear

to blossom for a few years. Do you know? You've ruined

furious as an irritated leopard, Brody tightly gripped

painful that she

her lips, held back the tears that welled up in her eyes, and said sadly,

despair, not willing to look at that face

earth was

that flowers was the girl's favorite. It was not easy to

he loved her, so he hated Tracy so

he tore

fell down from her eyes. "To you, my