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

get married and

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

"I'll call your assistant."

then hung

heard the beep in the phone and laughed

up her glass and finished it in one gulp, then

glass

really don't

phone and closed

lot of things,

stay in the hospital for at

a lot of

heard the sound and opened

apologetically, "Did I wake you

hand was hurting, and so was her

Brayden saw her complexion.

"Are you OK?"

"I am fine."

was not feeling

He shouldn't have been

Olivia curved her lips.

times today.Can you

Brayden smiled bitterly.

saw her pale face, he

"Is there anything to eat? I'm

"Yes!"

immediately brought out

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