Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

… On the other side, Rodney called many times, he couldn’t get through to Freya’s phone again, only to know that the other side had blocked him.

D*mn Ryan, he must have done it.

Rodney slammed his fist on the steering wheel. Now everyone in the family was saying that Ryan liked Freya, but he didn’t believe it at all. That guy Ryan was very cunning, maybe he was brewing some kind of conspiracy to get Freya.

He shouldn’t be divorced But it’s too late to say anything now. A feeling of collapse lingered in his heart, but it seemed that there was no way to vent.

At 12 a.m, Rodney returned to the house full of drunkenness.

As soon as Rodney entered the door, he saw Sarah looking at him with tears in her wheelchair, “Why didn’t you answer my phone, I called you more than ten times, did you deliberately not want to answer me?”

No, I just drank too much at a party outside, and slept in the car for a while, but I didn’t hear it.” Rodney rubbed his colic temple, very tired and didn’t have the strength to coax her.

you went home every day late, avoiding my touch, you disliked

his shirt were open lazily and

period of time, her body could not get his comfort at night, and during the day she was alone in a luxurious but temperatureless mansion. Even if she wanted to go out, her legs and feet were inconvenient. When she goes to the street, she has

was once admired by many

waited, and finally when Rodney came back, her anger finally broke

Sarah and went straight

are you thinking about Freya, you

“Have you said enough?”

suddenly out of control

looked at him dully, unable to believe that Rodney

at me just a few days after we