Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Donald obviously didn’t expect her to do this. He was astonished for a second.

During this period, he was afraid that Daphne would think he was a playboy or she would thought that he had dirty intention of living with her.

Therefore, he never dared to make any move of crossing the line.

This indeed led to the fact that the relationship between them did not seem to have any actual changes and progress.

And this was also the first time for Daphne to fall in love with someone, and the first time to kiss a man initiatively.

Seeing that Donald had no respond, she thought that her abrupt move made him unhappy. She backed up a little, leaned on the sofa, and subconsciously licked her lips, which seemed to still have a smell that belonged to him.

Daphne blinked her eyes which were moist. Not knowing it’s because of drunkenness or something else, she blushed.

Donald put his hands on the sofa behind her, with his black eyes staring at her, “Why don’t you continue?”

Her voice stuttered, “I... I thought you don’t like it...”

Before she could finish speaking, Donald kissed her lips.

After a sound of “uh”, she stared at him with eyes wide opened for a moment.

Donald whispered, “Close your eyes.”

After his reminder, she slowly closed her eyes.

Donald saw her reaction, little by little, until he finally pried her tongue open.

Perhaps she was braver than usual when she was drunk, Daphne instinctively responded.

Sensing her movement, Donald clasped the back of her head, took off the glasses, threw them aside, deepened his kiss.

Soon Daphne was out of breath.

Donald backed away slightly, then hugged her up and went into his bedroom.

He put her on the bed. But when he was about to take the next step, he met her eyes.

Daphne’s eyes were always strong and bright, full of reason, as if carrying all her dreams and hopes.

he was a little

felt that he was taking advantage

a week since they have been together. It’s

was

if she woke up next morning and

her scattered clothes and slowly got out of bed, “You...You can just

about to leave when Daphne grabbed him and

his lips and explained, “You’re drunk, just go

“I’m

Donald was confused.

know where my limit is. So

waved tentatively in front of her and stretched out his finger, “What’s the

may not be as beautiful as your ex-girlfriends, nor as sexy

words “I love you” were like adolescent romance, hovering between her lips

just one glance, the unspoken

they were not from the same world. After so

would

felt the care and

and happy feeling to someone waiting for you at home when you come home from work

someone you have

Donald was acting on his whim, or for other reason. But she never wanted anything from him. She just

turned out that

was really just fooling her around, he could

She wouldn’t refuse,

But he didn’t.

respected her, and he was a real

more mature

justice and bloody words like what he had said a few years ago. But he would engrave his belief

worthier of her

that she’s

that he would pick her up however late, her

little more than

didn’t want

moonlight but no lights on in the bedroom.

realize, Donald started to kiss her lips again. His fingers