My Love, Enlighten me

Gloria Taylor moved the mouse and rolled the page down slowly.

Most of the news about Kenny Clarke was business-related, and occasionally, Gloria could found some website talking about his privacy or romance, but those were nothing but gossips.

Back then when he was not famous, those who knew him would say he was an ugly, disabled loser, but now, the titles people put on Kenny changed totally.

The new money in the business.

The only heir of the Clarke family.

...

These were beyond the imagination of ordinary people, while Gloria Taylor was just an ordinary person as well.

When she was living with him, she knew him and got familiar with him, but as the time they separated grew, Gloria found him getting stranger to her day by day.

All those days with him were now even like a dream to her.

Suddenly, the baby in her belly kicked.

Gloria looked down and put her hands on it and spoke in a low voice.

“Honey, look. That’s your papa. He has a good look while a bad temper, too...”

stopped talking because she felt

baby kicked slightly again, and that

we are hungry, aren’t we?”

got up to the kitchen but found there was nothing left in the refrigerator, which reminded her that to catch up on the progress of the script,

would have to go out to grab something to eat. Thinking of that, Gloria put on a grey coat and went out with

...

in April was cozy.

breeze, Gloria walked out of her house and was caught eyes on several vehicles

of months but never met her neighbors before, so when she walked by, she looked inside the door, and that was when a few teenagers at the age of sixteen and seventeen walked out, laughing

Gloria saw them and they

pregnant woman with a beautiful foreign face, which was rare to

ignored them and moved faster to the restaurant

quickened her pace when she passed

...

City。

It was late night when Kenny Clarke walked out of the Clarke tower.

the car door for him.

and looked at him. Shi understood at once and reached

Kenny Clarke took the phone

of a pregnant woman wearing a loose dress with a thin wind coat and eating pizza in a restaurant.

details were not clear, but

while,

writing and seldom went out, so her food ran out, and then she chose to go