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 pick you

want you to pick me up! Everett, let's get married.Let's get married and have a child.Now is the right time.Don't you want a child?

Don't you love me? If you love

"I'll call your assistant."

then hung up the

beep in the

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

The glass

you really don't love me

the phone and closed her

a lot of things, food and

said she needed to stay in the hospital for at least

a lot of

the sound and opened her

said apologetically, "Did I wake

hand was hurting, and

Brayden saw her complexion.

"Are you OK?"

"I am fine."

she was

sorry.’ He 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 eat? I'm hungry.’

"Yes!"

immediately brought out the

I'll go and see what's