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.

body is wet, so I

a bad guy! You

bit his shoulder with her little

hurt,

off his

girl a lesson for giving him

health continued to get better under

environment and became familiar

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

her current

villa had been filled with the pleasant aroma of cookies being baked

enjoyed having the kitchen and not allowing anyone

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

cookies every day and served them to Zac, but she had never eaten any

why she would just respond

since Sophie baked and served them to him

and relaxing as if they truly convinced

vigilant every day, bracing themselves for

swept the laptop off the desk