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!”

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

He tossed the

and locked

knew he was

check on her if you 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

to her directly and nodded in all

He could not stay to

mad. “You’re

shook

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

look mysterious. “Even if I’m my wife’s slave, it’s better than

right, hubby!” Cordelia squeezed his face and fed

smiled gently and kissed her hair. “My wife is the

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

had to shoot such a cringy

finally failed to hold back and laughed out loud

aren’t ruined. The

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