My Three Darlings by Anonymous

Chapter 113

“However… ” Eliza took a deep breath and glanced at Beau. “How did you know I was in Cloud Lake Villa?” Not only did he know that she was there, but he could also find her precisely in the villa area. Beau frowned slightly. “I’ve sent you a message.” Eliza, “?” “When did you ever text me?” Beau glanced at her coldly and said, “You really didn’t know that was me?” Eliza, “Which..” Before she finished her words, she suddenly remembered the number saved under the name “darling”! 2 She had always thought that it was Graciana, and she did not expect… She bit her lip and laughed. “Well, looks like you’re the ‘darling” “Of course.” Beau looked at her with his bottomless eyes. “Don’t you know that, Mrs. Valentine?” Eliza pursed her lips and recalled that she had been sending some ambiguous messages to that number recently. She was so embarrassed that her scalp turned

“It seems that Mrs. Valentine really regarded me as someone else.” He bent down and forced her to a small space between him and the car door. “It turns out that Mrs. Valentine has a lot of darlings.” Eliza, “…” How would she know that he would save his number as ‘darling’! 2 His body got closer and closer, and Eliza’s heart began to pound frantically. She bit her lips and pushed his chest subconsciously. “Erm, I.” “I didn’t treat you as anyone else!” “I was just talking to you!” In desperation, she had to admit it. His thin lips curled up slightly. “That’s good.” Seeing his expression finally loosen up, Eliza took a deep breath. She thought that

she had escaped this disaster, but instead, he grabbed her lower jaw and fiercely kissed her. The partition in the car urgently lowered down. b Beau pressed her on the leather seat and kissed her lips, neck and collarbone unscrupulously. Eliza was unable to resist and could only gently push him. “Don’t…” But in her heart, she did not dislike it. Perhaps her heart that had been tensed for too long needed to be released, or it needed a sense of security to be recognized… In short, although she seemed unwilling, her action was telling a different story. After an unknown amount of time, just when Eliza felt that she was on the verge of losing her breath and was about to give in, the car arrived at the Valentine residence. She was wrapped up in a coat by Beau and carried home like a child. The bedroom door was opened and closed again. The petite woman was pushed against the door. She bit her lips weakly, “Beau…” “Call me honey.” He kissed her earlobe, and his voice was full of temptation. “Honey…” “That’s right.” He chuckled in her ear and bit her round earlobe. “Do you want it?” Eliza’s face became like a ripe apple. She bit her lips shyly and nodded. Under the dim light. For the entire night, she kept lingering between heaven and hell. At the last moment, he grabbed her chin, and his eyes were deep and serious. “I won’t let such a thing happen to you.” Eliza’s heart trembled, and tears instantly came out of her eyes. She did not expect that he knew the uneasiness and fear in her heart. She stretched out her arms and hugged him tightly. “Thank you.” That night, Beau kept tormenting her until it was past four in the morning before she fell into a deep slumber exhausted. When she woke up again, she was awakened by Demarion.

mommy,

sitting on the sofa chatting with Braint. “Mrs. Valentine.” Seeing her going downstairs, the policewoman stood up with a smile. “It was too late last night, so I didn’t ask you to make a statement. Are you free now?” Eliza nodded and casually tied up her hair with her rubber band.

smart sons.” After getting in the police car, the policewoman couldn’t help sighing with emotion, “When I first arrived at the Valentine residence, I was surprised to see such beautiful children.” “I didn’t know they inherited your good genes until I saw you, Mrs. Valentine!” Eliza smiled a bit sheepishly. “They aren’t my own.” The policewoman opened her eyes wide. “Mrs. Valentine, stop joking with me. Braint and Demarion’s eyes are so similar to yours. How can

marry Mr. Valentine on account of your pitiful status!” “You repay kindness with ingratitude, you ungrateful wretch!” Eliza sneered in her heart and threw Presley’s arm away. “Really?” “You’re so good at making yourself sound kind.” “Didn’t you ask me to stay in the Lawson residence just to be your servant?” “The so-called good marriage, isn’t it because Esme didn’t want to marry him, so you forced me to marry him with the grace of raising

large and rough hand blocked in front of Eliza. The next second, Presley’s knees hurt as she directly knelt on the ground. The blade in her hand pierced her palm, and she screamed in pain. Eliza had just displayed defensive movements when the scene in front of her changed. She frowned and turned to look at the strange man in