Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife

Chapter 887

It was pitch black as the air got thinner.

"Sam, I... I can't seem to breathe. Are we going to die?"

Lyla leaned weakly into Sam's arms, her tiny body trembling.

She was afraid and wanted to cry, but the thin air made her weak, sleepy, and exhausted. She even lost the strength to cry.

Sam hugged her tightly. "Lyla, you can't sleep. Why don't you tell me a story about you and your mommy? Or why don't you sing to me?'

Sam also became a little afraid as time went on. However, he dared not and could not be afraid for Lyla's sake.

He had to be Lyla's pillar of support.

Lyla was his godmother's only child, and he must protect her.

"Sam, I'm so sleepy..."

heavy, and she could not stay awake. She would have fallen asleep if Sam had not flicked her forehead

don't sleep. Godmother will be sad if

up from the pain. "Sam, why will your

her mommy. Her shoulders shook as she said tearfully, "Sam, I miss Mommy so much. I haven't seen

asked in frustration after a long silence, "Sam, will I ever see Mommy

a pinch in his heart. It was a little

would

so little air that the longer it went, the harder it

no chance to see the

sleep, much

Godmother will come and save us. Well be

voice was gone once he finished

Lyla’s little hand.' Lyla, don't sleep. Talk to

again in a daze

is delicious, and... I want to know who my father is, but Mommy told me I don't have a father... Sam, can anyone not have a dad?" 'No, everyone has a dad. You have one too, Lyla.’ "Mommy says my father is dead, but I think she's lying to me." "Lyla." Sam stopped her as his voice deepened. "If we

life a little, and

and tell me what's interesting abroad. I want to

about life abroad,