The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 27

Chapter 27 “Where are you going?” Willow asked, and her face flushed even

more.

Sean shuddered.

With years of experience on the battlefield, he was used to life and death and troubles.

One could imagine how calm Sean was.

Outsiders could not affect a solid rock that easily. However, he was nervous for no reason. “I’m going to rest.” Sean muttered in reply as he had his back on Willow. “… What if… it hurts again?” Willow pressed her red lips together, not even noticing the coquetry in her voice. “Then I’ll come over again. “You’re on your period. Have a good rest.” Sean slowly left the room after he finished. “Hmm… “He’s quite the gentleman.” Willow mumbled to herself with an

indescribable emotion on her face.

After Sean left, Willow lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The events of the last few days flashed through her head like a movie.

Sean had surprised her since he recovered his mind. It had also brought some changes to Willow’s life.

Willow could not help but feel some strange emotions.

They had spent two years together. Even having a pet could let you develop feelings.

were living people. “Willow! You don’t

you take care of him for two years if you

to herself. After tossing and turning, she picked

Summers—someone Willow grew

deskmates since elementary school and through

name, but she had always

childhood and

school, Willow went to college while Rachel joined the

went away for

herself in the army. She was the epitome o f the saying—women were not inferior

often kept in

calling me so late? Has something

got through, and Rachel’ s voice came over

made people find her swift

feel a

what had happened in the past

you didn’t fall for

me tell you. A woman mustn’t undervalue

him, you’re still the

of good men waiting for

always done things fast and furious. Willow was envious of such a

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