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

playing anymore!” He tossed

locked eyes

was thinking about

can’t let go!” Cordelia smiled. “You have legs. Nobody is

at her and then looked at Zephyr. “Are

Zephyr went to sit next to her directly and nodded in

not stay to watch

“You’re

latter shook his head

and teased him. “You’re your

I’m my wife’s slave, it’s better than someone not

hubby!” Cordelia squeezed his face and fed him a

and kissed her hair. “My wife is

widened his eyes. He could no longer sit here for another second as if there was a thorn

cringy scene when he was in

failed to hold back and laughed

aren’t ruined. The fashion show is tomorrow.

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