Chapter 152

Genevieve closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

In a room downstairs, Patrick stared at Genevieve’s message while rubbing his fingers against the edge of his phone for a while. Then, he leaped up and picked up the ID card on the table before leaving the room.

Just as Genevieve was in a deep slumber, she vaguely felt someone removing her clothes and landing his dry, warm fingers on her.

The faint scent of ebony wood lingered in the room. It smelled so good that she coveted it.

With her eyes closed, Genevieve reached out and grabbed a corner of that person’s clothes. She tightened her grip and leaned her head over.

That person cradled her in his arms and held her hands, soothing her anxiousness.

In a low voice, he said, “Once upon a time, there was a lovely little girl who liked to wear the red velvet hat that was given by her granny. Everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood.”

Genevieve listened in a daze, thinking she had never liked fairy tales since she was ten. However, her tense body gradually loosened up at his low and warm voice.

Riding Hood went to visit her granny, but the evil wolf had already eaten her granny. Little Red Riding Hood then used the wolf to lure all its partners over. After killing them with the hunter’s gun, she happily made some wolf coats for

wolf to save

the story she was listening to, Genevieve woke up

starry sky came into her sight, she felt the stars were so close

It’s so beautiful…

of bed after gazing at the stars for some time.

dream! Armand did come and help me change when

her hair, Genevieve walked out of the room barefooted and saw Armand coming in from the main door with a

Armand swept

room was carpeted inside and out, the surface was soft to step on, and he needed not worried about the barefooted Genevieve catching a cold. He walked over to hold her hand and headed

food jar. As the hot steam escaped out

it was the smell of Maria’s cooking. Her eyes

a trip to Jadeborough for it.” Armand glanced over and saw Genevieve’s expression when he poured the broth

eat by yourself, or…” the man trailed

behaviors at the hospital earlier that day and glared at him. Picking up the bowl, she scooped up a spoonful

thickness was just right. Having one spoonful of it made Genevieve

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