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."

have your assistant

married and have a child.Now is the right time.Don't you want a child? Don't you want to be a

love me?

"I'll call your assistant."

hung up the

the beep in the phone

glass and finished it in one gulp, then

glass broke

really don't love me

hung up the phone

lot of

in the

a lot of

heard the sound and opened

said apologetically, "Did

hand was

Brayden saw her complexion.

"Are you OK?"

"I am fine."

she was not feeling

He shouldn't

Olivia curved her lips.

apologized many times today.Can you say something

Brayden smiled bitterly.

something else, but when he saw her pale

"Is there anything to eat? I'm

"Yes!"

brought out

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