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!”

his

He tossed the cards like a sore

locked eyes with

he was thinking about

“You have legs.

at her and then looked at Zephyr. “Are you not controlling

to sit next to her directly and nodded in all seriousness. “My wife is

could not stay

was mad. “You’re

latter shook

put down the wine glass and teased him. “You’re your

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

right, hubby!” Cordelia squeezed his face and fed

kissed her hair. “My wife is the

longer sit here for another second as if there was a thorn in his

a cringy scene when he was in Trinity’s

to hold back and laughed out loud

Aurelia that the dresses aren’t ruined. The fashion show is tomorrow.

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