Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Zuko’s imposing aura, which was intimidating even without anger, made everyone in the room stand still, afraid to make a sound. After a while, Melissa gathered her courage.

“You… What else do you want?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Zuko looked at her. Melissa was just a regular middle-aged woman, overweight and exuding no sense of sophistication. Compared to his mother, this woman appeared at least ten years older.

Despite her fear, she confronted him like an old sparrow protecting a young sparrow with fluttering wings. Zuko suddenly remembered the saying about a mother’s love. Melissa’s love for Lina was no less than his mother’s love for him.

“Oh, honey…” Jesse gently pulled Melissa and looked anxious as he whispered, “Don’t provoke him. You can’t handle him—”

“Stop talking!” Melissa glared at him and then turned her wary gaze back to Zuko.

Zuko found it disdainful to argue with them. After a moment of silence, he simply put his luggage in the corner and went to sit on the porch.

After a long time, the three people in the room finally regained their senses. They took deep breaths, looked at each other, and quietly returned to their respective rooms. The whole afternoon passed peacefully.

…

all this time. There were too many troubles recently. Studying hard was the only way for her to temporarily escape from those disturbing emotions. Gia was both envious and distressed seeing her like this. She bought two cups of vanilla latte and gently placed one in

me awake at night with coffee in the

if I didn’t buy coffee, you’d still have trouble sleeping! With an extra person at

“I…”

do you have to do this? That Zeke isn’t

drank the coffee, holding the paper cup with both hands, but her fingertips still

exactly had happened that night. People said that the first time would hurt and there might be bleeding. When

was hard to say

any case, it was absolutely certain that Violet had drugged her! Lina pressed her temples sip of coffee,

already started their cleaning work, and one by one, the students left. Even Gia was going home. Lina had no choice but to pack

wall clock indicated 11:00 p.m. The small house was pitch black, and the sound of her father snoring could be heard from the master bedroom downstairs. Lina smiled softly as she tiptoed inside, closed the door, and removed her shoes. The living room light suddenly turned on as soon as