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!”

snapped back to his senses. He did not have to play, and he was

playing anymore!” He tossed the cards like a

chuckled and locked eyes with

was thinking

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

her and then

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

not stay to

was mad. “You’re

latter shook

wine glass and teased him. “You’re your wife’s

I’m my wife’s slave, it’s better than someone not

squeezed his face

smiled gently and kissed her hair. “My wife

sit here for another second as if

shoot such a cringy scene

back and laughed

“Seriously though, it’s all thanks to Aurelia that the dresses aren’t ruined. The fashion show is tomorrow. She must be given the biggest credit! Here!”Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated For All

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