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

a bad guy!

shoulder with

hurt, the bite tickled

off his

innocent girl a

health continued to get better under

adapted to her new environment and became familiar with the

the greenhouse to chat with the flowers and

was her current

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

not allowing anyone else to help her

he

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

why she would just respond

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

too serene and relaxing as if they truly

of happiness, Zac's staff remained vigilant every day, bracing themselves for the storm

swept the laptop off the desk