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!”

smile when he snapped back to his senses. He did not have

tossed the cards

and locked eyes

was thinking

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

at her and then looked at Zephyr. “Are you not

sit next to her directly and nodded

He could not stay to

mad. “You’re a loser,

shook

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

look mysterious. “Even if I’m my

Cordelia squeezed his

her hair. “My

sit here for

to shoot such a cringy

laughed out loud when she

The fashion show is tomorrow. She must be given the biggest credit! Here!”Books

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