The Diary Of My Dead Wife

The housekeeper hurried over after Tristan departed.

"Miss has always refused to eat or sleep.She has been crying and always looking for...looking for Tristan." Zac felt sad at what he heard.

"Okay, I'll go and see her,'' he said, and then walked towards Sophie's room.

When he arrived at Sophie's room, he saw that Sophie was indeed crying.

Her white little face was red with tears, and her shoulders were shaking.

But she didn't cry, just like a little milk cat who had been suffering indignities.

Zac's heart suddenly ached and weakened upon seeing her cry.

"Sophie, what's the matter? Why don't you eat?"

He knelt in front of her and held her hands.

Sophie tried to avoid her face from him, but she couldn't do it since the sofa back was behind her.

So no matter how she hid, she couldn't completely do it.

"I want to go home.’ She said timidly, "I want to find Tristan, I want Tristan."

fine earlier, but now that it was getting dark,

didn't want anything more than to return home, like a small girl who wanted to be

her hand and passed the warmth of his

you are mine and I am yours.You are

"Not good..."

of her pleasant mood completely vanished, and she began to be

said to her in the gentlest voice possible, "Well, if you want to see Tristan, I will let you see him.But you have to promise

Her eyes twinkled for

as you eat well, I will let

"Alright! I'll eat!"

kept his promise because

he needed to travel far away and was unable to care for her, so he entrusted her to

listen to Zac, but if Zac was rude to her, he would

afraid, but to be the bravest and strongest she

watching the video, Sophie suddenly became very

huddled herself into a small space and leaned against the corner of the

the entire time, like an abandoned little milk

in front

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