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.

so I think we should shower

a bad guy!

and bit his shoulder with

hurt,

off his

innocent girl a lesson for

health continued to get better under Zac's

adapted to her new environment

was away, she played the piano, visited the greenhouse to chat with

was her

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

having the kitchen and not allowing anyone else to help her prepare

by herself once he confirmed that she would not be

every day and served them to Zac, but she

would just respond with a

but he ate them since Sophie baked and served them to him herself, even if they were honey laced with food

were too serene and relaxing as if they truly convinced

day, bracing themselves for

the laptop off