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.

wet, so I think

bad

bit his shoulder with her

it didn't hurt, the

off his

the innocent girl a lesson for giving him a hard

get

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

the greenhouse to chat with the flowers and plants, and baked cookies

was her

of cookies practically every day, and the air in the villa had been filled with the pleasant aroma

the kitchen and not allowing anyone else

her to bake by herself once he confirmed that she would not be harmed in the

them to Zac, but she

asked why she would just

sweets in general, but he ate them since Sophie baked and served them

serene and relaxing as if they truly

remained vigilant every day, bracing themselves for the

off the desk and