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!”

saw his mocking smile when he snapped back to his senses. He

tossed

locked eyes

was

Cordelia smiled. “You have legs. Nobody is tying you up here. Why

me away?” Neil peeped at her and then looked at Zephyr. “Are you not

to sit next to her directly and nodded in all seriousness.

not stay to watch

mad. “You’re a

shook

wine glass and teased him. “You’re

if I’m my wife’s slave, it’s better

Cordelia squeezed his face and fed him a

kissed her hair. “My wife

He could no longer sit here for another second as if there was a thorn

to shoot such a cringy scene

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

patted his shoulder. “Seriously though, it’s all thanks to Aurelia that the dresses aren’t ruined. The fashion show is

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