Zephyr asked Neil to stay with him. Neil pretended to be shy but instantly brought his bags and moved into the villa.

The two men were sitting on the carpet, drinking, while Cordelia was on the couch listening to prenatal music.

It was Tchaikovsky’s symphony that was playing on the vinyl player. The grand music was elegant and lively.

However, Neil was frowning. He was thinking about the square.

The nomads did not have proper musical instruments. They could not play symphonies.

However, the tambourine and guitar turned the big square into a party. It was eye-opening.

He wondered what the girl would look like when she danced in a dress.

Her voice was like a nightingale—she could definitely sing well.

Then men would surround her…

Neil felt a squeeze in his heart. He pinched the wine glass until his joints paled.

“What are you doing?” Zephyr reminded him. “It’s your turn to play!”

mocking smile when he snapped back to his senses. He did not have to play,

anymore!” He tossed the cards like

and locked eyes with

was thinking

smiled. “You have legs. Nobody is tying you up here. Why don’t you

away?” Neil peeped at her and then looked at Zephyr. “Are you not controlling your

sit next to her directly

could not stay to watch

mad. “You’re

shook his

down the wine glass and teased him.

look mysterious. “Even if I’m my wife’s slave, it’s better than someone not

his face and

her hair. “My

He could no longer sit here for

such a cringy scene when he was in Trinity’s

to hold back and laughed out loud when she

the dresses aren’t ruined.

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