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.

to relax as Ivan

rain became

sound of the rain

a trace

Lamborghini stopped

and dialed Jennifer's number, his

Jennifer's bedroom, second floor.

edge, Jennifer gazed at the incoming call. A sharp pang raised in her

her three times a row, and she repressed her urge to ignore him. Then she turned

to fill the

a hot bath to relax and soothe herself. Then her life would have a

the robotic voice, "Sorry, but the subscriber you’ dialed is

his tense nerves. He couldn't help wondering why Jennifer had switched off

the rain. There was an umbrella in his

of the living room and blocked his way on the steps. "Why are you here?" Evidently, he didn't want to see Ivan. "Where is Jennifer?" Ivan asked coldly, "I want to see

lips. He watched Ivan make phone calls. It seemed Jennifer had refused

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

noticed the ointment on the bruises on Spencer's face, which irritated him