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

assistant.I want you to pick me up! Everett, let's get married.Let's get married and have a

aren't you talking? Don't you love me? If

"I'll call your assistant."

then hung up the

in the phone and

her glass and finished it in one gulp, then threw it

glass

really don't love me

up the phone and

lot of things,

said she needed to stay in the hospital for at least

needed a lot

heard the sound and opened

said apologetically, "Did I wake you

wound on her hand was hurting, and so was her shoulder

Brayden saw her complexion.

"Are you OK?"

"I am fine."

she was not feeling

He shouldn't have

Olivia curved her lips.

today.Can you say

Brayden smiled bitterly.

saw her pale face, he didn't

anything to

"Yes!"

brought

some light porridge and dishes.Have some tonight.Tomorrow I'll go