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."

your assistant

get married.Let's get married and have a child.Now

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

glass broke into

you really don't love me anymore,

phone and closed

a lot of things,

in the hospital for

a lot of

heard the sound and

"Did I wake

I wasn't asleep.’ The wound on her hand was hurting, and

Brayden saw her complexion.

"Are you OK?"

"I am fine."

she was

sorry.’ He shouldn't

Olivia curved her lips.

apologized many times today.Can

Brayden smiled bitterly.

but when he saw her

there anything to

"Yes!"

brought

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