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!”

smile when he snapped back to his senses. He did not

tossed

and locked eyes with

he was

“You have legs. Nobody is tying you

chasing me away?” Neil peeped at her and then looked at Zephyr.

directly and nodded in all seriousness. “My wife is

He could not stay

was mad. “You’re a loser,

latter shook his

glass and teased

I’m my wife’s slave, it’s better than someone

his face and fed him

and kissed her

sit here for another second as if there was a thorn

shoot such a cringy scene

back and laughed out loud when she

aren’t ruined. The fashion

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