Zephyr asked Neil to stay with him. Neil pretended to be shy but instantly brought his bags and moved into the villa.

The two men were sitting on the carpet, drinking, while Cordelia was on the couch listening to prenatal music.

It was Tchaikovsky’s symphony that was playing on the vinyl player. The grand music was elegant and lively.

However, Neil was frowning. He was thinking about the square.

The nomads did not have proper musical instruments. They could not play symphonies.

However, the tambourine and guitar turned the big square into a party. It was eye-opening.

He wondered what the girl would look like when she danced in a dress.

Her voice was like a nightingale—she could definitely sing well.

Then men would surround her…

Neil felt a squeeze in his heart. He pinched the wine glass until his joints paled.

“What are you doing?” Zephyr reminded him. “It’s your turn to play!”

to his senses. He did not have

playing anymore!” He tossed the cards like

chuckled and locked eyes with

knew he was thinking

her if you can’t let go!” Cordelia smiled. “You have legs. Nobody is tying you up here.

her and then looked at

to sit next to her directly and nodded in all seriousness. “My wife is

He could not stay

mad. “You’re a loser,

shook

the wine glass and teased him. “You’re your

my wife’s slave, it’s better than

squeezed his face and fed him a

gently and kissed her hair. “My

eyes. He could no longer sit here for another

such a cringy scene

laughed out loud when she saw

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