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

tossed the cards like

chuckled and locked

knew he was thinking

smiled. “You have legs. Nobody is tying you

are you chasing me away?” Neil peeped at her and then

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

He could not

was mad. “You’re

shook his

the wine glass and teased

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

his face and fed him

gently and kissed her hair. “My wife is

sit here for another second as if there was a thorn

a cringy scene when he was in

finally failed to hold back and laughed out loud when she saw

though, it’s all thanks to Aurelia that the dresses aren’t ruined. The fashion show is tomorrow. She must

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