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!”

he snapped back to his senses. He did not have to play, and he

not playing anymore!” He tossed the cards like

locked

was thinking

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

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

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

could not stay to

“You’re

shook his head

the wine glass and teased him. “You’re your wife’s

look mysterious. “Even if I’m my

Cordelia squeezed his face and fed

and kissed her hair. “My wife

could no longer sit here for another second as

never had to shoot such a cringy scene when he was in Trinity’s

failed to hold back and laughed out loud when she

to Aurelia that the dresses aren’t ruined. The fashion show is tomorrow. She must be given the biggest

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