Fit For Your Love

In the night, Everett stood on the balcony, looking into the distance, holding a glass in his hand.

But there was no wine in the glass, and all of it was on the ground, and the glass was cracked.

The holes were as ferocious and terrifying as centipedes.

His eyes were dark, without any light, as deep as hell.

Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking the cold silence.

His eyeballs moved slightly, and all the expressions and emotions within them returned in an instant.

He tossed his glass into the trash can and took his phone.

When he saw the name on the screen, he paused for two seconds and answered.

"Everett, are you asleep?"

A drunken voice came, and Everett raised his eyelids.

"Where are you?"

"Where am I?"

"Let me see.Where am I?"

"Oh...I'm at home.I'm at your house.Are you coming back tonight?"

"You're drunk."

"Hehe, am I drunk? I'm not drunk.I miss you, Everett.Come back now."

assistant pick you

Everett, let's get married.Let's get married and have a child.Now is the

you talking? Don't you love me?

"I'll call your assistant."

then hung up the

the beep in the

finished it in one

glass broke into

really don't love me anymore,

the phone and

lot of things, food

to stay in

needed a

sound and opened her

apologetically, "Did I wake

on her hand was hurting, and so was

Brayden saw her complexion.

"Are you OK?"

"I am fine."

was not feeling

shouldn't have been

Olivia curved her lips.

times today.Can

Brayden smiled bitterly.

say something else, but when he saw her

"Is there anything to

"Yes!"

brought out the

dishes.Have some tonight.Tomorrow I'll go and see what's