The Diary Of My Dead Wife

Zac saw her frightened expression so he stopped at the last minute.

Despite the fact that his clothes were drenched at the moment, he scooped her up and pressed her against the wall.

Her slender legs were clung to his waist.

She was terrified and didn't dare to let go, she only focused on his body.

She didn't understand why her body felt weak like her energy had been taken away by him in the lingering kiss.

"Sophie don't be afraid......I love you, I love you..."

Zac murmured in her ear as he caressed her back with his hand.

Sophie gradually calmed down, but he was still left aroused.

"Sophie, this is all your fault, now you have to help me!" Zac said mischievously.

"I didn't!" Sophie exclaimed.

Although she doesn't know what happened to him, she really didn't do anything.

She was really confused.

my body is wet, so I

bad guy! You bully

bit his shoulder with

hurt, the

took off

innocent girl a lesson for giving him a hard

to get better under Zac's

had gradually adapted to her new environment and became familiar with the

played the piano, visited the greenhouse to chat with the flowers and plants, and baked cookies in the

was her

practically every day, and the air in the villa had been filled

having the kitchen and not allowing anyone else to help her

by herself once he confirmed that she would

and served them to Zac, but she had never eaten any of them

would just respond with a

them since Sophie baked and

too serene and relaxing as if they truly convinced people that happiness had

vigilant every day, bracing themselves for the storm that may

laptop off the desk and onto the