His Domineering Lover

Chapter 377: Chapter 377: Flirting with Roses Chapter 377: Chapter 377: Flirting with Roses William Griffith hugged her waist, whispering huskily, “I really had something to deal with when going to the United States; I never said I wouldn’t come back.”

He was explaining, and he was explaining it with a smile, happily explaining it.

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When he turned and boarded the plane, he was smiling. However, at that time, he wanted to act bad and didn’t want her to know how proud he was.

Cherish Turner bit her lip and nodded. This topic was really awkward. Now that she knew, recalling how she cried like a dog, she felt really embarrassed. Fortunately, he didn’t know!

William Griffith remained silent for a moment, staring at her for a while, then just let go of his hand, no longer blocking her way rudely. “I’ll take you home,” he said.

They quickly arrived at Cherry Blossom Garden.

Getting out of the car, Cherish Turner just looked at him, said thank you, then quickly looked away, lowered her head, and turned around.

getting farther and farther away from him. She suddenly clutched the purse strap tightly and hesitated, feeling that she couldn’t just walk away like this. She felt a little stifled.

manner, casting a layer of warmth and a layer of cold light on him. With his hands casually inserted in

she was completely defeated

usual calm and indifferent handsome

back to him. She spoke softly, “I forgot

Griffith’s eyes narrowed, but there was a hint of

dragged the sound out, hesitating for a

if summoning courage, tiptoed to reach her soft lips towards his face, and lightly kissed him. It wasn’t even a proper peck, just barely

was about to jump out, and Cherish Turner dared not look at him. Then, she quickly hid in

slightly. He slowly took out his lighter and cigarette but didn’t light it up. After glancing at the cigarette in his hand, he threw it into the trash can. It seemed he

cast a very long shadow on the ground, a buoyant curve at the corner

insist on staying at her place. Instead, he secretly went up to his own room on the ninth floor. Lying happily in his bed, he could still

right beside him. This feeling was really great. All the knots that he thought couldn’t be untied seemed to have been unraveled. William Griffith took a shower in the bathroom, using her fragrant shower gel, as happy as a child. After the shower, he hugged the quilt and finally

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