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!”

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

He tossed

and locked eyes

he was thinking about

let go!” Cordelia smiled. “You have legs. Nobody is tying you up here. Why

you chasing me away?” Neil peeped at her and then

directly and nodded

not stay to watch

was mad. “You’re

shook his head

and teased him.

mysterious. “Even if I’m my wife’s slave, it’s better than someone not having a

Cordelia squeezed his

her hair. “My wife is

his eyes. He could no longer sit here for another second

shoot such a cringy scene when he

back and laughed out loud when she

it’s all thanks to Aurelia that the dresses aren’t ruined. The fashion show is tomorrow.

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