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!”

saw his mocking smile when he snapped back to his senses.

tossed the cards like a sore

and locked eyes with

was thinking

Cordelia smiled. “You have legs. Nobody is

chasing me away?” Neil peeped at her and then looked at Zephyr. “Are you not controlling

next to her directly

He could not stay

mad. “You’re

shook

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

pretended to look mysterious. “Even if I’m my

squeezed his face and fed

her hair. “My

no longer sit here for another second as if there was a thorn

never had to shoot such a cringy

back and laughed out loud when she saw Neil’s

dresses aren’t ruined. The fashion show is tomorrow. She must be given the biggest credit! Here!”Books Chapters Are Daily Updated

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