Don't Escape My Beloved Girl

Chapter 9

She sent the pastries over and went to find the man who asked her to buy them. "Sir, the pastries are here."

The man held a glass of wine in his hand and looked at her carefully. Her long hair was pulled back in a ball, but it hung loosely at the back of her head because of her busy schedule, and a lot of shredded hair fell as a result.

She had no makeup, and her face was small, but her skin was red due to the sunlight. And her eyes were big and bright.

She was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a loose t-shirt with a round neck. So, there was nothing on her that was worthy looking at.

If there was really something different, it was a sense of freshness.

What was new?

It was her poverty, of course.

"Alright, I'm very satisfied. Wait a minute."

He went to get Harry.

If his friend liked a woman, then he would send her to him.

Olivia didn't know what the man wanted her to wait for, but she wondered if he thought that she had served him well, so he was prepared to tip her, so she stood there and waited.

The man walked up to Harry and pointed at Olivia, who was out of place at the party. "Here, your favorite aunt."

Harry didn't figure it out so he just stopped thinking about it. Now, he was holding a model in his arms and kissing her.

When Harry heard what he said, he immediately let go of the model and looked over.

of Olivia's face

walked towards

model called him in

was blocked by the man. "Hey, little temptress, your Harry is obsessed with some aunt now. How

over coquettishly. "Of course I am

came to Olivia to take

as a person suddenly

we met somewhere

interrupted Olivia and looked inquiringly at

head immediately. "Sir, we haven't met

in front of her was tall and thin, and he was not very well-looking, but he

among the

she lowered her head. "Sir, I still have work to do.

corners

to get out of here

Olivia finished speaking, she turned

into the sunlight, something

and everyone around looked at her, but Harry didn't care. He immediately took

in the

and

man was leaning against the dressing table next to her. He was wearing a black shirt, and the button on his

man curled his lips and crossed his legs, throwing off

as you friend, I'm worried

on her face and was

a model, a designer and a

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