Keep you in my arms

Her heart was cold, but she could only pretend not to see anything. Noticing her small movements and the suddenly gloomy eyes, Edward grabbed her arm and explained, "it's not what you think!"

What was that?

She waited eagerly for his explanation.

Edward wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start. After a long while, he said, "give me some time. I will give you a reasonable explanation."

With a flash of disappointment, she said, "in fact, you don't have to explain to me. We can cooperate according to the original agreement."

Although she said in a calm tone, her desperate eyes made him anxious. He grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving. "I just At the time when he was young and ignorant, he destroyed her. Angela, I only feel guilty for her."

At that time, he will explain to you that the woman in the bar is just his cousin, or the woman he owed, so he cares more. In this way, wouldn't it be natural for you to forgive him? ——

Guilt? It was just as what Chuck said. So should she forgive him as he wished? What's the point of it if she vent all her frustration and the two of them just struggle to blush?

"Yes! I see. Let's go back." She sneered in the bottom of her heart, but forced herself to make a slightly smile.

Anyone could tell how insincere this farfetched look was. Edward wanted to say something more, but he stopped in the end.

When they returned to the hotel, there were only the two of them left. He said, "I want to tell you everything about Vanessa."

She was more or less touched by his willing of explanation. She took out a bag of antipyretics, poured it into a glass and melted it with boiling water. "Go ahead," she said.

such a simple question. She made a mistake three times, and would be wrong again. One day, she was solving a problem of the triangular function. It was really simple, but she thought about it for half an hour. After I finished all my homework and didn't want to go home, I couldn't help telling her how to solve it. Gradually, it became a habit. At that time, we were young and naive, didn't know what romance was, but curious. She said she liked me, and I didn't reject her, so we were together. After my father knew

glass on the tea table,

his eyes were still far-reaching, but he had no intention of continuing. She took a

looked into her eyes and

her trust

looked into his eyes. Then she slowly took out a bank card from her pocket,

face all the time. When he saw the bank

have transferred to her

did he give her money? If that was all, why did he

he let her down too much. For the whole fifteen years, the money he gave her was enough for an ordinary person to live for a lifetime. "In the past fifteen years, he has been paying me monthly, from ten thousand to seventy thousand. How can I still be angry? When I left that

one who couldn't let go of Vanessa,

expect that Vanessa would ask Angela to hand over him the bankcard, he was shocked and didn't know how to explain. He stood up and wanted to

his work, he also lay on the bed. He gently wanted to hold her waist so that he could holding her to sleep. When she felt his action, she

hate him so much?

that she would leave him. In a hurry, he held her in his arms more and more tightly. Angela sensed his

said, men and women were different. They were all like this.

night, when he held her in his arms, would

a little, but she couldn't escape from his grip, so she

little relieved. He rubbed her head with his chin and said gently, "I'm sorry... I promise that I only feel guilty for

it weren't for the fact that Vanessa had given her the bank card, would he intend to be perfunctory over? If they just fell in

gave him no