Surprised Wife With Twins

Her eyes glinted with a trace of alert. "What does it have to do with you?"

"Nothing, but it has something to do with you.” The playful smile still didn't fake off his face, making him look naughty and unruly. “The best way to cure the disappointment in love is to find a new replacement. I'm willing to be that one."

Jennifer's eyes become steely. She pulled her hands from his, cast down her eyes, and continued to put the ointment on his wounds. "Want to leave every matter to the time?" Spencer kept hitting her raw nerves. "Time won't be able to help you." He peered out the window, beaming at the rain that was getting heavier.

He was expectant of what would happen in three days.

"Mind your own business." Jennifer finished putting the ointment for him and packed the first-aid kit. "Don't fight again in the future.”

Standing next to the coffee table, she snapped, "Don't you think you are too childish? Even if you won, so what? He has lost his memories, but you haven't. He's your older brother."

“I don't like him." Spencer looked up at her, leaning against the back of the sofa, crossing his legs. "Whenever I see him, I want to hit him. I can't help it."

“Then practice more. Or you'll be the one beaten up all the time." Jennifer didn't have the mood to get involved in the business between the two men. She turned around and went upstairs.

"He didn't have wounds on his face, but I threw two punches on his chest." Spencer felt reluctant.

Jennifer panicked, wondering if Ivan had been injured.

She was worried.

relax as Ivan had

rain became a

that the sound of the rain was seemingly

put away the smile, a trace

Lamborghini stopped

phone and dialed Jennifer's number, his eyes steely. The

Jennifer's bedroom, second floor.

bed edge, Jennifer gazed at the incoming call. A sharp

she repressed her urge to

bathroom to fill the bathtub with

bath to relax and soothe herself.

Ivan pinched his phone and heard the robotic

Jennifer had switched off her phone and why she

rain. There was an umbrella in his

on the steps. "Why are you here?" Evidently,

Ivan make phone calls. It seemed

triumphantly, "What's it to you? Think you can see her whenever

on the bruises on Spencer's