After Luke left, Bianca stood at the door and stared for a long time, i

He was right, and the doctor's diagnosis was right too. However, she did not know

if she was right. Her body and senses had completely betrayed her.

There would probably be very few women who would not feel anything for such an accomplished and capable man.

However, when faced with a man as superior as Luke Crawford, many women would appraise themselves. They would consider if they had any right to feel anything for him, and what the consequences would be.

Aside from someone like Charlotte Shaw, which normal woman would be able to match up to him?

Bianca knew herself well, so she had managed to keep her defenses up all this while. Today, though, when he forced her so overbearingly, her body had thrown in the towel and betrayed. It almost felt as though this body was not hers...

"Your body will speak the truth your mouth does not." That sentence was actually extremely discriminatory, but today, Bianca had to tragically admit that there was some truth in it.

She hated herself the way she was now.

She hated her body, which succumbed to his rough touch so easily, even more.

That night, Bianca did not sleep well at all.

First, she had to clean the soiled sheets before she could lie down in bed. Even then, her mind was filled with too many things, and her early period made her body feel exceedingly uncomfortable too.

At Crawford Manor.

Blanche stood in the first-floor living room, looking solemnly at his younger sister, who was drinking milk on the first second-floor landing. "Take your time, drink it slowly."

Just then, Old Master Crawford entered the house from the yard and looked around before asking, "Your father isn't back yet?"

Rainie's mouth was covered in a milk mustache as she shook her head at her great-grandfather.

"He isn't at work either." Louis Crawford sat on the black leather couch, placing his legs on the coffee table and putting his phone down as he addressed the old man, "Maybe my brother has a dog outside."

"A dog?" Old Master Crawford leaned against his cane, but he could not figure it out. His elder grandson, Luke, was always a bit of a neat freak. Why would he have a dog? Why would he keep it outside?

There was a huge garden right here at home. He had plenty of space to keep a dog here.

sister's mouth before running back to his uncle and saying with a grin,"

He really loved dogs!

a b- I mean, a

it out loud, his grandfather would probably beat

gap with his younger grandson

on the couch and tapped his cane onto the marble floor, deep in thought- True, Luke was not too young anymore. He had children, yes, but

man, after all,

he had received from

was adamant on having his daughter marry into the Crawfords, but at the same time, his older grandson might have a

should he do

next day, the sky cleared after

early in the

her to get the week off, so she took

right next to the subway station, so Bianca walked toward

and there were far fewer people inside than there usually were

sugar and put one packet into her cart before heading off to get some fresh

cart to the sanitary napkin

night-safe when some

looked toward the voice,

Bianca before she could pick her poison, but it had been many years since they last met, so she did not dare to run up to

her, she heard the

at

really

girl ran right toward her and

so tight that

class in middle school.d sat in

her. "You're Claudia

had always been a bit boyish, but now she was touched

same class for all three years of middle school,

actually quite common, but not for Bianca. This was because Bianca used to be bullied

mother was a teacher. In other words, Bianca could avoid their bullying every time she hung

and went with her. When they entered the neighborhood, Claudia said, "My mom had a problem with her leg two years ago, and the two of us moved here to this city to get it treated." Claudia's father was a teacher too, but he had cheated on her mother

Bianca was more

very

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