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!”

snapped back to his senses. He did

He tossed the cards like a

and locked eyes

knew he was thinking

her if you can’t let go!” Cordelia smiled. “You have legs. Nobody is tying you up here.

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

directly and nodded in all seriousness. “My wife

He could not stay

was mad. “You’re a

shook

and teased him. “You’re your wife’s

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

his face and fed

and kissed her hair. “My

here for another second as if there was a thorn in

a cringy scene

finally failed to hold back and laughed out loud when she saw Neil’s disgusted

the dresses aren’t ruined. The fashion show is tomorrow. She must

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