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

you're a bad guy! You bully

said and bit his shoulder

it didn't hurt,

took off his

to teach the innocent girl a lesson for giving him

get better under Zac's

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

she played the piano, visited the greenhouse to chat with the flowers

her current

villa had been filled with the pleasant aroma

not allowing anyone else to

her to bake by herself once he confirmed that

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

would just respond with

them since Sophie baked and served

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

staff remained vigilant every day, bracing themselves

swept the laptop off